The plains rolled past the window of the private train car as Qatrand gil Yecine sat with one leg crossed over the other. Some of the settlement reports she'd yet to review as she had promised remained untouched for the last forty minutes. Hoolov had been thorough enough in the summary, she felt, that she didn't need to constantly recheck his numbers like Leysah was sure to have done.
Instead, her sword sat across her lap with one hand gripping the hilt on a very familiar ride. This section of the continent was one she had seen over and over again as she traveled to the Goltbred estate. Especially near the start, at the train station of her settlement, there were fences, fields, and roads to see that she'd approved across the years.
