The Dragon's Silent Shadow
Tristan and Saoirse entered.
The conversation stopped.
Tristan walked to the head of the table. He wore a new coat—black leather reinforced with Aether-resistant lining, designed by Helena to dampen his emissions. He looked like a general. A very dangerous, very unstable general.
"Report," Tristan said.
"The fleet is fueled," Thorne said. "We have fifty ships combat-ready. Another twenty support vessels."
"The Sovereign’s main cannon is online," Vane added. "Though we only have enough charge for three shots. After that, we’re throwing rocks."