The fire in Yerel's private study had nearly gone out. Only a few glowing embers remained.
Karson stood straight. As Yerel's direct aide, he didn't have the luxury of waiting for the morning bells to deliver a report.
"Wina Orisson was an orphan. Nineteen years old, originally from the west valley. Her family history is brief, mostly because there isn't much left of it. Her father and elder brother were both deployed to the war against Solaric. Neither came back."
Yerel sat back in his chair, his fingers tracing the rim of a porcelain cup. "Go on."
