Chapter 306: The Silver Hawk
The sun was barely cresting over the massive stone walls of Bastion Seven.
Draven was seated behind his massive oak desk. His long black coat was still damp from the freezing rain of the eastern quarter. He had sent the lead-lined pouch containing the corrupted bone artifact directly to Cole and Lyra's workshop. The physical danger was firmly controlled.
There was a political threat in front of him written on a piece of paper.
Renner. A silver hawk crest.
Lucien Vaelmont possessed a flawless aristocratic memory. He had identified the crest as the seal of the Capital Senate's Internal Audit Committee instantly. But Draven did not wage war based on the unverified memory of a single nobleman. He required a secondary, independent confirmation.
Draven reached into his pocket and placed a standard, clear comm-crystal on the desk. He channeled a trace amount of mana into the stone.
The crystal chimed softly.
