Caelum's POV
I've spent a week making quiet inquiries, and I've been careful to dress them up as something else entirely, settling Fen's affairs and reviewing old council appointments, the kind of tedious administrative work that draws no attention because it's supposed to be boring. Nobody watching me sift through decades of pack correspondence would guess I'm looking for one name.
I find it on the fourth day, buried in a trade ledger from eleven years back, a minor transaction between Ashveil and a border settlement, signed by a witness whose name means nothing to anyone who isn't looking for it specifically.
“Rurik Voss.”
The surname alone stops me cold, and I sit with the ledger open in front of me for a long time before I let myself believe what it's telling me. Voss isn't a comm
