"It sounds like this situation could be viewed as a crucible." At least, that was a potential metaphor for it. Mix together so much material, place into a container that is supposed to stand high temperatures, and then either melt or alter what's inside. If the thing cracks, then there's a bigger problem at hand. "But if the issue is fundamental, what's the restructuring to be like? The enterprise will still need some level of functionality in order to survive rifts and Corypheus."

If there wasn't a plan for that, there needed to be one. Sooner, rather than later.

"--Find me after dinner, and I'll have a few attempts at drawing them to try and illustrate my point," Waver said with a grin. "They're not powered by wind though, I'll tell you that much, so without that particular need for sails there's a lot of modification to be done."


That seemed a strange deviation for the marks of rifters, and Waver's eyes narrowed in an attempt to unravel the meaning. "I'd almost call it an omen, but that doesn't sound right either."