For Ondua er Goltbred, the morning summons to the administrative office of his assigned fort had been phrased as routine review by the ssenger. But the hero of the last Descent for his local region recognized the timing as slightly improper. Every day since being here, the adjutant had arrived roughly five minutes past the ti he just did.
Despite what his daughter sotis secretly thought of him, decades of military service had taught him to read between the lines of any official communication. A change that ’could be nothing’ was often anything but... it was just a matter of finding out what it was about.
’I hope they’ve found sothing about my little girl...’
With that piece of news coming in only days ago because of the distance he was posted... and because of the sort of information control around the issue... the man had not fully been himself since. He felt agitated and wanted to rush to his wife and make sure nothing would happen to his remaining family.
All things considered, he had confidence that Elua was fine. His eldest was very capable. And very, very strong. He thought back, as he walked through the corridors, to what he was shown the day before they were to leave on the train.
The assembled officials waiting in the eting room confird his suspicions. A representative from the Earthen Fellowship sat with a set of ledgers spread before him with a hawkish look on his face... like a prosecutor preparing evidence. Beside him, the Continental Army’s regional supply coordinator held a stack of docunts with the sort of grim expression reserved for unpleasant duties.
And rather familiarly, a Void Defense Society specialist on docunt archiving was occupying a chair in the far corner. The sa one who had handled Ondua’s case during the rapid fire accusations made against him nearly eighteen years ago.
Her bored presence suggested that sothing serious was happening.... again.
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