"Report."
An hour after the Public Punishment, a voice was heard in the Elders Hall, where the Matriarch, the Elders, Kael and Lavinia sat with solemn looks on their faces.
"Come in."
Hearing the voice, Tarevian called in and very quickly, a young subordinate hurried in, his eyes instantly falling on everyone inside the hall.
The Hall was silent, it was almost suffocating.
The Matriarch sat at the head, her fur cloak draped loosely across her shoulders. Around her, the Elders sat stiff, their faces pale with fatigue. Dragon Rider Kael seemed distracted too, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. Lady Lavinia sat beside him, her expression, similar to the Matriarch's, was unreadable.
"What is it?"
Tarevian's question brought the young subordinate out of his reverie. He flinched for a moment and—
"The last batch of provisioners has been assigned to the forge. Orders have been carried out. All one hundred are now dispersed to their new posts."
He reported.
"Good.
