Daichi found him in the western textile lanes.
He came at a walk, observing Batu's position through the market crowd before he reached it, and his face was compressed in the way that meant he had found something that shouldn't be reported in public space.
Batu moved to the wall between two stalls and waited.
"The seal," Daichi said. He kept his voice at a volume that covered two meters and no more. "There's a correspondence broker three streets east of the Chinese section. He remembers a buyer from several weeks ago with the same mark. The man came twice, once to arrange the account and once to pick up completed correspondence."
"What kind of correspondence."
"The broker copied letters from a draft. He doesn't know the content. He doesn't read the eastern Mongolian script."
Daichi paused.
"The man paid above rate both times and left east both times."
"Is he still in the city."
"Suuqai doesn't know yet. He's working the eastern gate contacts."
