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He straightened and stepped back. Duty flowed into the place where awe had been. When he spoke, it carried to the people he would trust with his throat.
"Luna," he said. "The hall is yours until noon. No crowds at the door. No pilgrim lines."
"Understood," Luna answered, eyes bright. "If anyone wants to pray, they can sweep instead."
"Azhara, Skyweaver," Kai continued. "Quarter watches here for the next day. Swap before your hands shake. No hero work. Call me if a hero is required."
Azhara grinned, short and sure. "If a hero is required, we will call two."
"Silvershadow," Kai said, and in saying it, left two floors of work in a single name. "Outer ring. Moving layers. Three of ten five-star drones in each shadow. No swagger. Anyone who looks at us wrong leaves without eyes."
"Done," Silvershadow said. The grin returned, more honest now. "I like easy jobs."
