Vesha's dispatch pouch had gotten heavier every day since the war scroll arrived, and by the sixth morning it took both hands for her to set it on my desk without the buckles clattering.
"Word travels faster than armies," she said, unbuckling it with the brisk efficiency of someone who'd already read every page inside twice. "Some of it's useful. Most of it's noise dressed up as urgency. I've sorted it as best I can."
"Start with the useful part."
