Draven was the easiest to find and the hardest to read.
The next morning I went looking for him. Not at dawn — Draven's morning routine started at 4:30 AM, and the conversation I wanted to have wasn't going to fit into his pre-training window. I went after the day's first lecture. There was a one-hour gap before the second period began, and Draven spent that hour at the strategic planning room on the third floor, alone, going over formation analysis from the previous day's drills.
I knew this because Ren had documented it. Of course Ren had.
The strategic planning room was empty when I knocked. Draven was at the central table. Maps spread out. A small ledger. A pen. He wasn't writing — he was reading, the way I'd seen him read a hundred times: slowly, methodically, with a focus that didn't allow for interruption. He looked up when I entered. The pale-blue eyes, frost-colored, registered me without surprise.
"Cedric." He set the pen aside. "Sit."
