Office 7 was aggressively bare. It held a single desk lamp, two stiff wooden chairs, and absolutely zero decoration. Sael was already seated when Vane and Lancelot walked in. A manila folder lay open in front of her. A second folder sat closed right beside it. She looked up, swept her gaze over both of them once, and looked back down at her papers.
"Sit."
They sat.
Sael did not bother turning on the magical assessment viewer. She already knew exactly what the recording showed. She had two questions prepared, and she started immediately with the first.
"The weight commit. Walk me through it."
Lancelot stared at the blank surface of the desk between them. "He found the fracture point in my field coverage. Committing my weight backward was the correct defensive response."
"That is not what I asked."
A heavy pause settled over the small room.
"It was the first time I have ever needed to," Lancelot answered quietly.
