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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.
Arguments like this moved with an easy predictability: legal language, appeals to custom, threats thinly veiled as civic duty. The Peacekeeper took notes with a quiet, efficient hand. He asked questions that led to other questions and then circled back; his method was to leave no hole the size of a man's pride unexamined. He looked at the chest in Daern's care: small, wood with metalwork, its surface worn by salt and time. Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -U...
"This is a matter of law," Corren of the Silver Strand protested. "Documents and evidence must be handled within Coalition procedures."
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Lysa found the chest where Daern had said it would be, lodged against a beam and half covered in barnacles. The metalwork, once cleaned, gleamed faintly—an eye caught in the embrace of wings, the pattern older than any merchant stripe. When the chest was pried free and hoisted up, small things fell free: a rusted knife, a scrap of cloth embroidered with a map, a folded letter whose edges had saved ink from the brine. The letter's script was faded but legible. It contained a single line that made the Blood in Lysa's veins hiss cold: "Do not trust the Coalition with the message. It was meant for the Assembly."
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From the Fishermen's side came a sound like a kitchen pot set wrong. Rulik's jaw worked. "We don't want old politics," he said. "We want fish and share. We don't want men coming in with letters and flags and making the sea a place where we lose nets because some office needs to prove itself."
: Leto's kind-hearted adoptive mother who shelters him after his arrival.