Vesha found me before I found Krix, which should have told me something about how the day was going to run.
"He's asked for you three times since morning," she said, matching my pace down the corridor without seeming to hurry at all, an old skill of hers I'd never quite worked out. "Each time more insistent than the last. That's unusual for him. Krix generally waits until you come to him."
"Did he say why?"
"No. He said it wasn't something he could put in a message." Vesha's tone stayed even, but she didn't offer her usual dry aside to close the report, which was its own kind of warning. "Whatever it is, My Lord, I'd go now rather than after the noon council."
I went now.
