Varik tapped the projection once, zooming in on the vault symbol. "When do we leave?"
Selindra hesitated, only for a fraction of a second. "Transport north is already arranged. Dawn."
Lucen glanced at the faint chrono on the wall. Barely six hours away.
He pulled a chair back and dropped into it, slouching. "You don't waste time, do you."
Selindra sat opposite him, posture straight as a blade. "Wasting time is how people die."
Lucen's grin widened a fraction, though his voice stayed easy. "Good thing I'm hard to kill, then."
The silence that followed wasn't empty. It was crowded, with tension, with suspicion, with the unspoken knowledge that none of them trusted the others fully.
Varik finally broke it. "Get some rest. Both of you. We move at first light."
