KYMON'S POV
"How many sacks of grains and starch are left in storage?" I ask Figi, my accountability Omega.
His eyes skim through the scroll he's holding for a moment before looking up at me. "Ninety-seven sacks of grains and sixty sacks of starch."
I nod toward Keeper, and he writes it down. "And how much is enough to sustain us until the next harvest?"
Silence, then—"The next harvest is in a week, so considering the entire population, roughly eighty-one sacks of grains and forty-seven sacks of starch."
Once again, I nod toward Keeper before turning to another Omega.
