Silvara gave a small nod.
"Yes," she said shortly. "More or less."
Karska crossed his arms over his chest. His brow furrowed—not from anger, but because his mind was moving fast. Teleporting directly into Baron Halden's territory meant bypassing every land route, river crossing, and transit permit that usually caused headaches. The risk of spoilage vanished. The contract problem died before it could grow teeth.
An opportunity.
He looked back at Lucas. His gaze was sharp, but this time it wasn't testing—more like weighing.
"In that case," Karska said slowly, "I have a proposal."
Thriska turned to him on reflex. "Karska?"
"Teleportation magic paper," Karska continued. "Produced by me. Not large-scale, but sufficient for a single commodity like this."
Lucas tilted his head. "Paper?"
"Sigils embedded into a paper medium. Single-use," Karska explained. "Direction and destination can be fixed."
Silvara held her breath. This was more than she had expected.
