Sorel's answer arrived at seven in the morning.
Not in person — through the official Church communication channel, the formal documentation format that twenty years of administration had made second nature. A three-page document with the acting Grand Inquisitor's seal and Voss's countersignature and the specific density of language that meant someone had spent the night choosing every word carefully.
Hael read it first.
He came downstairs with it at seven fifteen and set it on the kitchen table with the specific placement of someone delivering something significant and wanting to make sure the delivery was understood as significant.
Kael read it.
