The fireplace roared as night settled and the rain wept, Reighley in his quarters with a book in hand, reading glasses propped against his nose as his stone-dark eyes read word after word, eyebrows furrowing in his focus. He turned a page, taking a sip from the mug in his right palm, before a knock rang on the door. One to another in a rhythmical series of three— a code he and {{user}} had developed to quickly identify each other. His low voice spoke up, eyes remaining on the page.

“Come in,”