Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -u... Now

The moment they adjourned, Lysa and Mara followed Daern down the pier, where the evening light turned hulls and ropes to black silhouettes. Halvar lingered at the stairs, watching the city take on the gentle chaos of night: taverns filling, lamps lit, the slow, reliable cadence of a law that is not strictly enforced but widely respected.

Lysa found the chest where Daern had said it would be, lodged against a beam and half covered in barnacles. The metalwork, once cleaned, gleamed faintly—an eye caught in the embrace of wings, the pattern older than any merchant stripe. When the chest was pried free and hoisted up, small things fell free: a rusted knife, a scrap of cloth embroidered with a map, a folded letter whose edges had saved ink from the brine. The letter's script was faded but legible. It contained a single line that made the Blood in Lysa's veins hiss cold: "Do not trust the Coalition with the message. It was meant for the Assembly." Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -U...

So Mara did what she had always done: she stepped forward and offered her network. She had contacts at the docks and in the taverns and informers who drank too much and told too much. She had a habit of exchanging favors and gathering truths. Halvar supplied the muscle and a set of stern looks that made people tell the truth faster than threats. Lysa used her curiosity to pry at the edges, to open doors gently and then wedge them ajar. The moment they adjourned, Lysa and Mara followed

Beside her, Halvar folded a gloved hand over the rail. He had a permanent way of making his shoulders look like a parked ship: always braced, always ready for a storm. "Rumors are a kind of order, then," he said. "They tell you where to stand and what to watch. Today's rumor says the Peacekeepers are coming." The metalwork, once cleaned, gleamed faintly—an eye caught

Mara's eyes, sharp with remembered battles, softened at the mention of something older. "There were Peacekeepers," she admitted. "Once. Men and women who swore to keep agreements between guilds and cities. They had authority to arbitrate maritime claims, border disputes—things that would otherwise turn into raids. After the fall, they scattered or were absorbed by powers. But some kept the name. That’s all."