Ser Danek's eyes, which had learned to measure the sea's tempers, met hers. "They will always try again. Power wants growth. Men who profit from fear will seek new ways. But so will people who prefer to keep the world peaceful. The work of peacekeeping doesn't end when the battle stops. It begins."
They negotiated for days, scribbling clauses about custody and observation. In the end, an agreement formed that was both simple and delicate: the Coalition, the Assembly, the Harbormaster, and representatives of parties with real interest would meet to examine the letter together; no single body would hold it alone. They would appoint a neutral custodian—a woman named Vero, who had been a bookseller for twenty years and who smelled of paper and ink. She would keep the chest sealed save for the examination. Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -U...
"It is treasure if it has value," Rulik snapped. "It had carvings. It had things inside. It had a seal like—" He couldn't finish. His voice broke against a memory of men arguing over a single coin. Ser Danek's eyes, which had learned to measure
That night, the city slept with eyes open. Lanterns burned in front of doors that should have been dark; men kept watch in pairs, and corners were walked by silent feet. New Iros was a place that had learned to guard its heart. Men who profit from fear will seek new ways
