Due laid a blank piece of parchment in the center of the table the next morning.
He didn't say what it was for, and he didn't need to. The four of them were sitting at the table again, as they hadn't really left it from the night before, only slept in shifts and come back.
The parchment in the middle was the next piece of work, and they all knew it.
"It needs a name," said Due. "A face, a history that holds for a Wreath audit. The face we can manage. However, the name has to be one I don't bring to the table, because every name I'd choose is one a Sovereign Record clerk has already seen on a forgery."
Alistair clicked his tongue. "And you trust her to bring a clean one?"
Due simply smiled. "I trust her to bring the only one that works."
Elara, across the table, picked up the parchment.
She took the pen from beside Due's hand without asking. She didn't look at any of them as she wrote, and following that, she slid the parchment back into the middle of the table.
