The filing went in at nine in the morning.
Vaelor did it himself, which was not how these things were usually done. Usually filings of this size and complexity went through a team, through multiple layers of review, through the careful institutional process that existed precisely because documents of this kind had consequences that needed to be checked and rechecked before they were committed to the record.
He had reviewed it himself. Three times. Over two weeks, in the hours before the house woke up, at the table in the room that had become his working room since they had been at the Citadel, with the files spread out in the order he had developed for them and the original chamber evidence in the folder that had not left his possession since Aldric had delivered it.
He knew every word of it.
