Kincaid's request arrived while Max and Anna were eating dinner.
[Patron Kincaid requests a conversation at your convenience.]
[Declared purpose: Answer questions concerning champion selection and establish future advisory arrangements.]
[Requested access: Voice and visual communication only.]
Sovereign Consent placed the request above the table without allowing anything through it. Max could see who wanted access, what kind of access Kincaid requested, and why he claimed to want it. The quiet certainty of that still felt new.
Max glanced at Anna. "After dinner?"
"After dessert." She answered.
He sent Kincaid a time.
