Starlight had a three-meter-high bank of information hubs that were constantly chattering with each other and with other hubs across the systems. They trawled for and freely shared information about confirmed and suspected charm fails. It was his willingness to share freely that gave Starlight the extraordinary access he had over and above what he could command. The walls of the workspace were covered in dark wood panels. The tall units used for storing the boxes of papers not currently in use were metal and stone, products of Stonebeater craft. Everything in the workspace was beautiful and fatal to Starlight. He had decided if he could not touch then he was going to see.
“Ah, Shakbout, hello, lovely to see you. Sludge?” Starlight had turned around at the sound of my climbing the stairs a
