The Seat at the Void

Ir-Ossaren has been drifting for two hundred thousand years.
Aurenel knows this because she has spent an age measuring it.
the survey should be simple: take the readings, confirm the drift, file the report, and return to the work she has been avoiding.
Instead, a forgotten pauldron leads her to the armoury. A walk across the seat turns into reports from the Orders. A routine survey becomes a reminder of what Ir-Ossaren actually is-and what its people have been quietly doing for an age.
The drift has not changed.
The work has.
And somewhere in the middle of an ordinary day, the Kharvun send four words that matter more than all her measurements:
Two names added.