Winglord Incia Dulen

"Thank you for waiting, Winglord.

"What's this about, Sir?" It had taken her three months to get used to saluting and Sir-ing officers, and almost got her discharged, she now did it automatically.

"I understand you assist officer Sunderpoint in all matters logistical." She was taller than him, the tallest woman he'd ever seen in a Prasadi military uniform, and strikingly dark.

"I help with his schedule, with the officers under him understanding what he meant and what he needs, as a good aide does..."

"We have reason to believe someone with knowledge of Wyldfire and Wyldwind has passed information to an hostile foreign power."

"The derelict ships?" One benefit of not being well-read was no one suspected you of understanding briefings.

"Yes, quite, why would they be of interest to foreign powers, in their current state, yes?"

"I wouldn't know, I just carried a report to ...officer Sunderpoint about an inspection he'd asked his Wai tan-junai to perform on them, they were not complimentary."

"Did you show that report to anyone else?"

"No, of course not, and... officer Sunderpoint ordered it burned immediately." She kept wanting to use her pet name for him, that would not go over well.