Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -u... Better Info

The wait is over! is now live.

The man at the carriage lifted his chin. "Representatives," he corrected politely, placing a stamped parchment on the ledge of the nearest stall. "Peacekeepers of the Coalition of Coastal Charterholds. We come with the Authority to mediate disputes. We request audience with the Council of New Iros." Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -U...

"Those who hold influence there," Halvar said. "Whoever profits from chaos." The wait is over

Lysa's fingers wanted to touch. The temptation to know burst through restraint like a seam. But they read the letters aloud as the Coalition insisted on protocols—one person read; another verified authenticity; someone else recorded the finding. The words were careful, coded, the sort of message meant to be read and then hidden again. We request audience with the Council of New Iros

They could have argued all morning about what that meant and who wielded the authority of titles in Henteria. Instead, they watched a carriage—a low, stern thing with a pair of blacked horses and banners notched with a single, clean symbol: a circle bisected by a straight line. The banner looked new; the paint smelled faintly of a workshop. Two riders in muted cloaks accompanied the carriage, and their cutlery gleamed like little moons on their belts. One of them dismounted with grace and bowed his head in the direction of the marketplace before stepping forward.