Lind appeared in his office and found Cyntilla reviewing something before placing it on his desk. She looked up in surprise but one glance made her virulent yellow eyes narrow.
"What has happened?" He paused as he organized his thoughts. He had to get ready for his next round in the production rounds. He had to Forge next.
"I met a promising junior that mentioned a friend of hers died. He was a promising weaver and his sect had submitted him early. I was simply checking when he died and why no message was sent when I noticed–an irregularity." His pause made her move quickly as he showed her the records.
She saw the official report and that the young man had been pushing himself but only experts on weaving would notice the discrepancy.
"They claim he died consuming his own soul but he had performed far more difficult weavings before. He was even down as fully rested from one of our training facilities." She then pulled up the records of that facility and her frown increased.
