In Camelot Court, the Doctor took over the day's paperwork, while Vera took half a day off.
A letter had arrived from Banshee Valley.
As Kazdel flourished, various small tribes had joined it, and now, at last, the first Royal Court had declared its allegiance.
Logos had already returned to Banshee Valley. According to him, the sisters there were all delighted by the new Lord of Fiends' arrival.
Lamaline—Logos's mother and the former head of the Banshee King Court—had set out for Camelot with some of her people, intending to contribute to the construction of the new Kazdel.
Vera briefly reviewed the Banshees' abilities.
Spellvoice, though in practice, it was closer to casting Arts through sound.
It did not seem particularly useful for Camelot's development, perhaps even less useful than the skills the Banshees now used to make a living.
Weaving.
The Banshees were skilled artisans, and the valley's textiles sold well even in Victoria.
Of course, those buyers did not know the textiles were made by those damn fiends. Otherwise, the merchants' reputations would likely have suffered a serious blow.
After reading through the pleasantries in the letter, Vera handed it to Theresa beside her.
"It looks like you can put your dressmaking aside for a while."
"My weaving skills are certainly no worse than Lamaline's. Are you sure you want to dismiss a poor dressmaker?"
"But the Banshees have numbers on their side. Besides, Kazdel needs administrators more than it needs a dressmaker right now."
"But it's my hobby..."
"If you can stop making those gowns for me, I might consider letting you keep taking it easy."
"Do you think the Banshees won't be just as enthusiastic about it?"
Theresa smiled teasingly.
"In fact, I've already exchanged letters with Lamaline. The inspiration for many of your gowns came