[Leif's POV—Afternoon, ThorenVald Estate—Office]
ROLLLLL—
The massive parchment unfurled across the table like someone was preparing to summon a demon with geometry.
"This," Daren announced proudly, beard flaring with confidence, "is the design for new housing in Raventon—and the barren lands beyond."
Alvar stood with arms crossed. Father leaned over the blueprint, brows furrowed.
Thalion and Eryndor—our two recently returned elves—stared with identical deadpan expressions.
…And me?
I squinted so hard my eyes almost inverted.
The blueprint looked like this: a migraine written in ancient chicken scratch on caffeine in the dark.
Daren puffed his chest. "Impressive, isn't it?"
I inhaled slowly. "…Daren."
"Yes, Leif?"
"I don't understand a single thing on this paper. It looks like a doctor's prescription having a panic attack."
Father smothered a snort behind his hand.
