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

"So we protect against both," Mara concluded. "We find the device—or what remains of it—and we make every step public. They can't sell fear if we shine a light on the mechanism."

"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." Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -U...

The Fishermen's spokesman, a gaunt man named Rulik, presented a different tale. He smelled of fish and storms; his hair clung damp to his forehead. "Daern seized the chest, yes," he said bluntly. "But it was tangled in our nets. We hauled it up, and by our customs, treasure found in our nets goes to the Collective. He took it for himself." "So we protect against both," Mara concluded

Lysa's voice was small but still. "Then let the Assembly representative be invited. The Coalition can witness the letters in the presence of an Assembly delegate who can confirm authenticity." "But be swift

The immediate consequence was a clampdown on open routes to Lornis. The Coalition placed advisories. The Silver Strand tightened manifests and demanded escorts. The Fishermen's Collective complained of increased inspections that slowed their boats and cut profits. New Iros, balanced precariously between competing interests, found itself in the center of a wheel that might spin dangerously.

Lysa traced a coin without looking down, a small, mindful action. "Names keep power," she murmured. "Even when the men and women vanish, people will still hand their trust to the title. It fills the space like mist."