Kaleran broke the packet's gray seal.
He believed her. That was the trouble. Her answer had taken the only explanation he could build and left him a packet of results he had requested out of habit.
Most of it was grades, in the registry's plain columns. On top, clipped there by someone who had not been asked to, lay a single page in Arcten's hand.
Arcten Valebran wrote the way he had once given orders, verb first and nothing after it that the verb didn't need. Kaleran read it the way he read most records, from the bottom, where an instructor said what he had decided. Then he climbed back up to see whether the page earned it.
'Reilan Dorne.'
He knew the name, and not from a drill record.
Reilan Dorne and Elowyn Caerlin had run into trouble with their papers, some matter of records that did not sit right, and it had ended in a review request.
