The meeting chamber of Outpost Grim Hollow's Administrative Wing was not designed for warriors.
It was designed for men who never dirtied their uniforms.
Cold, circular, and perfectly polished, the chamber's domed ceiling was engraved with the faded emblem of the Republic of Arkon—a broken spear crossing a burning sun. Beneath it sat five men and two women, all adorned in immaculate officer uniforms that had never seen the front lines.
They were the Logistical High Committee of the northern Frontier,for outpost grim hollow or as soldiers mockingly called them—
The Pencil Pushers.
The meeting had been called for one purpose:
Explaining the disappearance of Captain Atheon and his entire retinue.
A matter that should've been handled immediately
—but had been delayed for three days due to "paperwork conflicts."
Second lieutenant Rhys Alder, chairman of the committee, tapped his quill irritably.
