Timeline: TC1853.02.16 (Afternoon)
Location: Blackhawk Guild Fortress, Seventh Ring
Three hours after the team's private deliberation, a guild runner arrived with another summons.
"Commander Drake requests the team's presence," the young woman announced. "She says it concerns guild operations that affect everyone, regardless of sect decisions."
The team exchanged glances—this was the second meeting Drake had mentioned. Whatever she wanted to discuss, it was significant enough to warrant formal assembly rather than casual conversation.
They found Drake in an expanded office space—apparently she'd claimed an adjacent room for meetings requiring more than her standard desk and chairs. The Commander stood near the window overlooking training yards, pale gray eyes tracking recruits running formations with professional assessment.
She turned as they entered, scarred face showing expression mixing calculation with something that might have been concern.
