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"House 27 is...?" Halvar began.
"Treasure?" Alden repeated, raising an eyebrow. "It looked like a box of brass to me." Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -U...
Ser Danek, the Peacekeeper, listened with furrowed brow. "If someone wanted to keep this message hidden, they would have planned the entire salvage to ensure the chest disappeared," he said at last. "The Coalition cannot be a shield for secrecy if it is not allowed to see the evidence." "House 27 is
They descended to the dock where the city moved again. The sea, indifferent and vast, rolled and remembered. The Peacekeepers—men like Ser Danek—would move on to other ports, other arguments. House 27 was a memory that had found a voice, and House Kestrel was diminished but not gone. The device that had prompted the demonstration lay in a vault, cataloged, and studied under watchful eyes. "If someone wanted to keep this message hidden,
The moment they adjourned, Lysa and Mara followed Daern down the pier, where the evening light turned hulls and ropes to black silhouettes. Halvar lingered at the stairs, watching the city take on the gentle chaos of night: taverns filling, lamps lit, the slow, reliable cadence of a law that is not strictly enforced but widely respected.
Lysa nodded. "Maybe next time, we'll be a little louder."
They could have argued all morning about what that meant and who wielded the authority of titles in Henteria. Instead, they watched a carriage—a low, stern thing with a pair of blacked horses and banners notched with a single, clean symbol: a circle bisected by a straight line. The banner looked new; the paint smelled faintly of a workshop. Two riders in muted cloaks accompanied the carriage, and their cutlery gleamed like little moons on their belts. One of them dismounted with grace and bowed his head in the direction of the marketplace before stepping forward.
