Elara looked at him.
She thought about Fen's notes in the margin of the tactical assessment document. Fen, who had spent three years watching problems accumulate from a position that couldn't address them, and who had just been given a different kind of position.
"Add Lord Castin's road complaint to the northeast regional administrator review file," she said. "And find out what else is in that file. Everything that has passed through that administrative chain in the past fourteen years and not been resolved."
Demerti wrote this down with the practiced efficiency of a man who had learned that when Elara said find out everything, she meant everything.
"The new staff members—" he started.
"Teva and Dorin report to the guard integration office tomorrow morning. Fen reports to me."
He wrote this down also.
She started walking again.
