Sure.
Provided he doesn't ask his spirited sworn brother, who was now so fired up he looked like he might try to build ten more surprise projects before dinner.
After the excitement over the weapons finally waned just enough for everyone to calm down, the group turned back to talk about the auction. They came to the conclusion that it would be best to hold it next week.
As agreed upon, they would send invitations to the master mechanics, a decision that already felt like throwing oil onto fire. Killian added grimly that he'd also recommend opening the clearance ports three days before the auction itself.
Because really, who wanted to go through another round of frantic alarms and soldiers shouting about an "attack" when it was just everyone else arriving in their battleships all at the same time? The last thing anyone wanted was to explain to the capital that, no, this was not a coup, nor was the Empire falling apart.
