Chapter Seventeen
Cissy set the application she'd been reading down on the reject pile. A small chill crept through the room, reminding her how much she hated how empty the Council chambers were. Considering that the High Council ones looked similar, she had to assume that it was on purpose, but that didn't mean she had to like it.
But she did need to get used to it. Once they were through the applications, they'd have to interview the candidates they thought would be the best fit for the Council, and then they'd have to have meetings here and make sure they were accessible to necromancers in general.
She had a long future of sitting in the Council chambers enduring the cold in front of her.
At least she'd thought to bring a jumper with her today. She'd forgotten the first few times.
