Under the alley’s dim lanterns, Mira flattens the damp record against a crate. Nhal keeps the grey cloth hidden beneath her cloak. Kynes holds the grave-marked packet while footsteps search the street beyond.
Mira
Here. This correction was made after the cargo was logged. The dead were meant for the north road, but someone redirected them south.
Her finger follows the ink through three abbreviated waypoints. The final mark is not Lantern Yard, nor Baldur’s Gate. It is the road to Warlock’s Crypt.
Nhal
The cloth bears the same route-sign. It is not merely proof of the network. It is an invitation to pass through it.
Mira
And the packet names the intended recipient. Not a place, Kynes. You. The Gray Glove is moving cargo along this road to draw you toward its master.
A boot scrapes stone at the alley mouth. Corven is close, searching the escape route. Mira folds the record and points south, where the hidden road and the marked cargo now form one trail.