Rowan
"What do you mean, there's a new pack at the border? Silas isn't allowed on our land, run him off!" I linked with Sam, the border patrol in charge of greeting delegations.
It's not Silas. Their messenger claims they're from up north, more than a day's trek from Silas's lands, answered Sam. I could feel his irritation through the link. He hated unexpected surprises. When it came to the Gathering, so did I.
Why didn't they give us any advanced warning? I asked irritably.
They claim they sent a padded envelope with a report and cover letter about three weeks ago. Sam replied.
I flopped back in my chair. I was stuck in the office seeing to some final details for a few meeting schedules later in the week. I didn't have time to deal with this s**t. The beginning of the Gathering was p
