In an unknown location, a middle-aged man sat on his throne and regarded the three figures standing before him.
They wore black and red robes; deep hoods shadowed their faces.
Each radiated a cold, intimidating aura that seemed to press against the chamber walls.
The man on the throne watched them with small, sharp eyes—patient, calculating, and unquickened by surprise.
"Have you discovered anything?" the middle-aged man asked in a low, frightening voice.
Those below him trembled.
One stepped forward and answered, voice steady but deferential.
"We tracked their movements and reached a conclusion. The array plates are manufactured behind the pavilion."
"And the blacksmith?" the lord demanded. "Have you found his home or any of his family?"
"No," the speaker replied, bowing without lifting his head. "We discovered five female attendants who work in the pavilion. Our men have located their residences and await your orders."