Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -u... -

By midday, the Hall of Ties was full. Its vaulted roof had once been painted with scenes of alliance; time had scoured the colors into a faint memory of saints and oaths. Wooden benches ran in rows like the ribs of a stranded whale. Alden, the council scribe, presided at a narrow table, ink at the ready. He wore a scarf against the draft and a face like wet parchment—thin and expressive in a way that made people trust him. Beside him sat Mara and Halvar, formally invited as neutral parties, and Lysa, who had been waved in because Daern had asked her to stand with him—"so I can look at someone who knows how to listen," he'd joked.

Confronting him yielded more than threats. Joren was a man who had been hungry and paid. He had been told only that he would transport a device and a sealed crate to a private buyer in Lornis and that his name would never be written in a ledger that could be tied back to any of his friends. Money enough had been promised to set him and his family for years. Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -U...

"We will provide those forms," Maela said. "But be swift. If this letter was intended to stop a shipment or to warn a delegate, then the men who took it had a reason. People do not risk a chest in a storm without aim." By midday, the Hall of Ties was full