The map spread across the secondary table showed the city in a way no walk through it ever had.
Beorn knew Ashmark by movement and repetition. He knew which corners had garrison positions, which passages linked which roads, where the crowding shifted when one district became another. That knowledge worked on the ground.
From above, the city behaved differently. What disappeared inside familiarity became obvious once the whole grid was visible.
He started in the north, talking more to himself than anyone to organize his thoughts.
"The citadel and its administrative buildings is on the north-center block."
He traced the boundary line with one finger. "It's bigger than it feels from the street. The whole citadel and the auxiliary wings are roughly the size of a small district."
