Kefira Qay spent the next week and a half avoiding Tuf as much as possible. She skipped dinner and scowled when she saw him in the corridors. Each day she repaired to the communications room, where she had long discussions with her superiors below, and kept up on all the latest news. It was bad. All the news was bad. Finally, things came to a head. Pale-faced and furious, she stalked into the darkened chamber Tuf called his “war room
