Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -u... [updated]

At dawn, they launched the plan. They pressed the city into its own defense, making sure that searches and dives were witnessed and recorded. They enlisted the harbor's oldest mariners to watch for anything suspicious. They asked the Assembly to send observers. The result was a slow, cumbersome pressure that made covert hands sweat. It was a shield made of noise and openness.

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The Coalition could issue warrants; the Assembly could ask for counsel; the Harbormaster could pull records. Yet the true buyer had been careful. He had trusted proxies and men who knew how to keep a secret. The traces were narrow: a ledger entry, a cab taken at midnight, a room rented in a respectable house under someone else's name. At dawn, they launched the plan

"So we protect against both," Mara concluded. "We find the device—or what remains of it—and we make every step public. They can't sell fear if we shine a light on the mechanism."

The Peacekeepers were tasked with a clear mandate: to prevent wars, protect civilians, and enforce peace across Henteria. Their structure was carefully designed to ensure impartiality and effectiveness. The organization was headquartered in the neutral city of Eridoria, a place sanctified by international treaties as a perpetual peace zone. They asked the Assembly to send observers

The cylinder held a scroll—perhaps the real treasure. It was wrapped in oilcloth and bore a symbol that made Ser Danek stumble back a little: a compass crossed by a laurel. The assembly representative, Maela, paled. She recognized the stamp: the mark of House 27.

Confronting him yielded more than threats. Joren was a man who had been hungry and paid. He had been told only that he would transport a device and a sealed crate to a private buyer in Lornis and that his name would never be written in a ledger that could be tied back to any of his friends. Money enough had been promised to set him and his family for years.

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