Milya heard the door open from her position in the kitchen finishing up the slow-cooked roast she’d been seasoning. Though normally she didn’t consider herself the picture of a domesticated housewife, every once in a while she figured it didn’t hurt to dabble in it—plus, she had needed to get away from work for an afternoon. Too many bureaucratic budget meetings could overwhelm even the Director of Yanibar Guard Intelligence. The door’s sound told her that her husband Selu was home, just in time for dinner. She added more tubbas spice to the roast, dipping a finger into the hot gravy to taste it, pleased with the savory flavor.