"I can - " Byerly pinches the bridge of his nose. "Provide a list of recommendations. If need be." If it must happen, it ought to happen properly. Right?

Maker, he had thought this chapter of his life was finished and done. And who is this man? Is he the sort to take a slash and call it done - and if he is, is he the sort to leave his blade plain, or coat it with venom?