While Soren rewrote the rotation board, Veyra inspected every arrow weaver.
She took apart three poor shafts and made the makers build them again. She spoke without heat, but no one dared cut corners. At the tower, she sat with a child who had lost a brother and taught her how to fletch a straight feather.
The child watched her hands and followed.
Torren tried to walk away with a load of rootstone twice his size, but the local police finally cornered him as Lorn blocked him with a living wall.
Torren blinked. "W-what?
"You will sit," she said, voice stern.
"I can still move," he said.
"You will sit!" She said again, her voice offering no resistance.
He sat and five minutes later, he fell asleep sitting up against the wall, his Pyreaxe placed across his knees. Veyra walked by and when she saw him snoring, she hid a smile and moved on.
