Sable's operation sat on the border between Therasia's influence and neutral territory, and it occupied a trading post that had changed hands enough times that nobody remembered who originally built it.
It is exactly the kind of location Sable preferred.
Due led them along the familiar roads he had used before. He moved easily, like someone returning to a well-known place.
At the same time, his calm gestures matched the slower pace he had been using lately.
Alistair followed closely behind while Elara came with them this time.
Sable met them at the entrance.
She was a compact woman with sharp eyes and the particular posture of someone who has spent twenty years running information networks without ever carrying a weapon.
Her clothes were practical, and her expression was practiced, and she looked at Due first.
Then she looked at Elara, and at the same moment, Alistair watched the shift happen in real time.
