The footstep in the corridor belonged to Master Pell, as it turned out — which Aria discovered by opening the door with the abrupt efficiency of a person who has decided that uncertainty is more inconvenient than confrontation. He stood in the hallway with the expression of a man who had been standing outside a library for six minutes composing a reason for his presence and had not, quite, succeeded.
"Lord Tyrwick," he said, addressing the room rather than Aria, who had opened the door and whom he appeared to be processing with some difficulty. "There is a matter regarding the council chamber's availability tomorrow morning, if it would be convenient."
Tyrwick, from behind the table, considered this.
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