A few exchanged glances, as if surprised I wasn't already faltering.
Lord Halvor, a thickly-built man with graying hair, leaned back in his chair. "Lady Iris, we've gathered to discuss Avador's position in this war and the issues plaguing the province. As the Lady of Avador, it's only proper that you address them."
A test. Like Kaleb predicted.
I met his gaze evenly. "Then let's hear them."
Druke smirked. "The villages bordering the Silverpine Range are facing supply shortages due to the war. The council needs to approve the redistribution of rations and manpower." He tilted his head. "Tell me, Lady Iris—how would you handle this?"
A deliberate first strike. He wanted to prove I had no idea what I was doing.
I kept my voice measured. "We'll need precise numbers. How much food do we have left in storehouses? How many men are available for supply runs? And how vulnerable are these villages to attacks during transport?"