Olivia and Ryan were back at the Guildhall. The Alder had asked them to meet him in his chambers.
“I wanted to thank you personally for your help in organising the formation of the Guild,” said the Alder.
“Just glad to be helpful,” said Olivia.
“Well, I was hoping you could be more helpful. I was hoping you would come and work here with me at the Guildhall.”
“Doing what?” asked Ryan.
“Logistics mainly. I need an entire team to manage the food exchange programme, but that won’t feed the city alone. I have some suppliers willing to deliver to the city, but security is a problem. There are still Mercians robbing convoys, despite the absence of the bridge. We need to be very careful. I suspect the Mercians are trying to infiltrate the Guild.”
“He’s paranoid, isn’t he?” said Olivia, later
