Enanita pulls the ledger free. The packet is heavier than it looks, its crest-marked cover stiff with age and deceit. The cold draft from the open panel turns the dust around her into a silver haze.
Behind her, armor clanks in the passage. Not one set, then another, measured and closing. Brann snaps his blade up. Veyl slides into place beside him, both of them facing the dark.
Brann
They found the trail. Keep the records moving, Enanita.
Veyl
Now, before they seal the passage.
Shadows shift at the corridor mouth. A guard’s helmet edge catches the faint archive light, then vanishes again as the line advances. The hidden route to the sanctuary is still open, but only for a heartbeat.
Enanita
The ledger is the proof. If it stays here, so does the Magistrate.
Brann holds the front. Veyl steadies the rear. Enanita has one clean path to run, if she takes it now.
“I run for the sanctuary passage”
SUCCESS (Great Agility, rolled -2)