Hollis waited above the stamping floor while eight ward circles turned beneath the broken skylight and around the mint's machinery.
Hajin stopped outside the first circle, keeping his feet beyond transfer lines that still pulsed despite the empty streets.
A loose stamping die rocked beside the nearest line, tapping the floor whenever its bright edge completed another turn.
"Eight circles, one shiny bastard, and a skylight nobody bothered fixing," he muttered.
'One Ring first, since my right arm is still trussed up like a market goose.'
He opened one Ring with his burned right arm still supported, letting Divine Eye follow the nearest line.
Two familiar healer signatures waited at its far end, freed from possession but still caught within the surrounding municipal wards. Vella confirmed them through the bond while still treating patients at the pavilion, holding their currents apart from that claim.
