A map. It wasn't an answer Kaelion imagined. Unless it was going to be one that led to a tomb of treasures, he didn't understand why anyone would fret over an ordinary map, unless…
"The map?"
"Like, that map?"
Hans Marcot only took away his gaze. Climbed his horse, gave it a slight kick, and it galloped away. Kaelion stood still for seconds. He thought about the implications of what he just said.
If the map had gotten to Dravon, he knew Dravon would understand what it meant without any explanation. He would be out to sabotage their yearlong plan. One he had invested heavily in. His reward being Ravenforth itself. How a man like Hans Marcot would lose something like that was still a mystery to Kaelion Kail. Maybe he wasn't as meticulous as everyone had presumed him to be.
