Seated at the grand oval table, Luke and Ilyrana faced Naeva, the woman now in charge of explaining Virencia's naval project—or rather, their struggle with it. The room was quiet save for the occasional rustle of parchment as Naeva gathered a few documents in front of her, her expression composed yet focused.
Luke leaned back slightly in his chair, arms crossed. He had a general idea of today's discussion, but now that he was sitting here, it was time to get into the details. He glanced at Ilyrana, who, as usual, remained composed, though he could tell she was just as curious as he was.
"So," Luke finally said, breaking the silence. "Let's hear it. What exactly is the situation with this naval project?"
Naeva nodded, flipping open one of the documents and skimming over it before speaking.
