Venn arrived while Tey was moving the kitchen table.
The inspection had outgrown the distributor house before anyone began. Eight households wanted places from which they could hear. Adel needed room for the gauge board. Nyla had brought the seasonal cords. A dozen technicians had arrived with Venn’s party, together with a covered case on a carrying pole and two guards who remained at the yard entrance when Tey told them to.
The table was simply in the wrong place.
Venn took one end.
Iven took the other.
They carried it beneath the awning, where Tey indicated, and put it down without making the act into an argument about leadership.
“Quill isn’t coming?” Venn asked.
“Footing turn at Bracken Weir.”
