A month later, Tracy sits across from Marin in a quieter office, not the sealed chamber below. Dusty light falls through a high window. The desk is neat, the walls crowded with ledgers and maps. Thomas stands by the door, broad-shouldered and still.
Marin Tohinta
Plainly, Tracy. No titles, no cushioning. What did that place make?
Tracy
Marin looks tired, but she is steady.
Marin folds her hands on the desk. Her face holds the strain of a ruler who has not slept enough, but her eyes stay on Tracy, patient and exacting.
Thomas Olsen
If you need a breath, take it. Nobody's rushing you in here.
Thomas glances once at Marin, then back to Tracy, keeping the door, keeping his distance. The room feels safe enough to speak in.
Marin Tohinta
I need the truth, even if it is ugly. Especially if it is ugly.
✓ Quest Accepted
Decide what Marin can be trusted to know