“They should be fine, milord,” a woman said. Her scalp was shaved bald and was much smoother than her wrinkled face. “Wisely, they’ve stockpiled enough provod to last three years if they continue their current manufacture rates.” “And what if, let’s say—” Vitio placed his elbow on the table and waved his hand with a thoughtful frown— “we ask them to increase their speed? After all, we are in a war; we do need to start seeing these technological breakthroughs they’ve been speaking of.”
Lilu will make many more.
