Draven
The assessment copy would not stay flat.
Draven put the water flask on one corner and a spare glove on the other.
Adept D+.
The result had been entered the previous evening after the final repeated measure. Weeks of work lay behind the small addition to the letter.
This morning, it held down a corner of the team sheet.
The runner looked at it while tightening his boot.
"D+?"
"Yes."
"Then you can take the center yourself."
Draven moved the flask.
"And you can carry water with your teeth. Neither improves the arrangement."
The runner looked at the team sheet.
Four names. Four people who still needed to understand the same ground.
Draven took the preliminary course sketch to the practice strip.
The command trial's final objective briefing would come later. The terrain survey was already available. Narrow approaches, a raised side route, two places where a team could lose sight of its own rear.
They had enough to work on.
