Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is needful for me. —  Agur (Ancient Sage) ________________________________ Ituron Community The heavy door to the temporary office swung inward. Alex looked up as Tony, one of his most trusted lieutenants, strode in. His face was drawn, etched with the same fatigue that weighed heavily on Alex, and he held a tablet loosely in one hand. As he approached, his eyes swept across the room before settling on Alex, stopping a few steps from the desk. "Sir, we have an update." Alex immediately sat up, leaning both hands against the table.