Hal walked into Erak's room, Stig and Thorn at his heels. The Oberjarl was sitting in his chair, admiring the giant chandelier in the middle of the floor. He looked
up as the Herons walked in.
"You wanted to see us?" Hal didn't beat around the bush. It wasn't in his nature to make small talk when it was clear there was work to be done.
"How would you like to be the duty ship at Araluen again?" Erak asked, equally to the point.
Hal looked at his friends, a grin slowly spreading over his face. "When do we leave?"