I was wiping down the counter when the afternoon settled into the common room the way it usually did once the morning rush stopped pretending it might come back.
Six was at table six. Which felt appropriate.
Wren had arranged one tendril through the east corridor doorway. It looked comfortable there. Comfortable in the common room and the corridor at the same time. I was still building notes on guest behavior that involved being in two spaces simultaneously.
The sub-Walkers had spread out again. Not randomly. They had a sort of organized drift going that they'd maintained ever since the talkative one sorted the fog situation earlier. Torvel's associates were writing, as usual. Vassara's hearth chair had been empty all morning.
And I was thinking about the ledger.
The entry said survey ongoing.
