When we were done, Ternerr pulled out his screen computer, claws poised to type.
“So. Your suggestions?”
“I…think we’re good,” I said. “The canoes on the rooftops are a nice touch.” The warriors could easily maneuver to safety if the water level rose too high.
“No, not really.”
His eyes narrowed like a cat’s and he looked over his glasses at me, stern as a librarian. “You’re going to leave me to face the Warfather with that?”