“Any time.” Tyren leaned back in the old chair. He still had his natural talent for delegation; only a master of middle management could give away all of the work for a project, stay in a place to get much of the credit, and still get thanked for it. The knack must have been in his bones, as evidenced by the fact that there wasn’t anywhere else for it to be. Perhaps undeath hadn’t taken that much away from him after all.
