Veer had returned to her room later that evening, his expression serious for once.
"I asked around," he said, sitting down across from her. "What you're looking for... it's not easy to get."
Kaya leaned forward, eyes sharp. "But it exists?"
"Yeah," Veer confirmed. "There are records. Old ones. Kept in the Archives of the Fallen—that's what they call the restricted library here in the capital. It contains everything the tribal leaders have collected about... outsiders. Humans who came before."
Kaya's pulse quickened. "Can you get me access?"
Veer hesitated. "It's guarded. Only tribal leaders and their direct advisors are allowed in. But..." He grinned slightly. "I'm the son of a tribal leader. I can get you in, but it'll raise questions."
"I don't care about questions," Kaya said flatly. "I need to know what they know."
