Kael
The first sign was a bucket rolling across the floor.
I watched it strike the foot of a workbench.
Then someone outside shouted for the path to be cleared.
We had been in the receiving work area for less than an hour.
The technical lead had placed a surface fixture beside the authorized comparison drawing. Malcris was explaining a measurement. Nyx stood near the record keeper, close enough to see which sheet he referred to.
I had understood about half of the explanation.
That was still more than I wanted to understand about return fittings.
The shout came again.
Veylan moved to the door.
"Close the cases. Leave the fixtures."
Nobody asked whether the work could be finished first.
The record keeper closed the pack before leaving the bench. Nyx checked that he had it, then moved clear of the doorway instead of stopping there to look for the source of the shout.
