Madrigil straightened his back and rolled tension from his shoulders. Two weeks of seeking out the path these brooches took across six different outposts had yielded a pattern. They primarily appeared in greater numbers wherever the Ironclad Order had recently stationed.
Particularly… in forts where a certain rising Yecine swordsman had been deployed.
"The reports?"
"Ah, yes."
Aleck had been sent to retrieve - which meant hand copying - reports of the inventory of all supplies distributed to the defensive lines. Madrigil snatched the papers, eyes scanning rapidly for the marks made next to the handful of brooches being sent in 'suspicious' numbers.
His finger jabbed at a particular entry with force that tore through the paper the other cultivator had just spend a couple hours on.
"There! They received a shipment three days ago. And where is the heroic Qatrand er Yecine currently stationed?"
