As Jeanne entered the conference room, officers of all ranks were seated around the long table, intently listening to Horn explain the situation.
She gently patted her chest and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Tiptoeing to the table, Jeanne had just turned to pull out a chair when a whistle sounded behind her.
Jeanne turned sharply, only to see two rows of resolute faces, unable to discern who had whistled.
Rudilo and Kolman, those big mouths!
Feeling her ears turn red, Jeanne glared at them viciously before sitting down next to the main seat.
"Ah, good, now that Jeanne is here, we can get to the main topic." Horn quickly steered the conversation back on track.
Even though it was an emergency meeting, Horn had sent word to them in the afternoon, so they were fairly well-prepared.
One by one, items were placed on the table, and these battle group officers and staff monks approved them one by one.
