Nobody moved for a while after the door shut. The scroll sat on the table like it was radiating heat, and everyone kept glancing at it like it might unroll itself and demand an answer right then.
Brek was the one who finally broke the stillness, tapping her knuckles twice against the wood, a habit I was starting to recognise as her version of clearing her throat before getting serious.
"Alright. Before anyone starts drafting fantasies about what having Imperial Beasts under our banner would look like, let's actually talk about what that means."
"Meaning?"
I asked, already suspecting where this was going but wanting her to lay it out properly for the room.
