Sable's POV
Nobody said much after Tomas walked off, still shaken, still muttering something about needing to check his old trade logs. The crowd around the table broke apart slowly, wolves drifting back to their own tasks, but the mood had shifted into something heavier than it had been an hour earlier.
Rook wrapped the scrap of leather back up carefully, like it had gotten more dangerous just from being identified.
"A house name," he said, mostly to himself. "That narrows things. Not by much, but some."
"How many houses even have that kind of coin?" Ivy asked.
"Fewer than you'd think." He tucked the bundle into his jacket. "I'll send word out, see if anyone's got trade contacts who might recognize the exact family behind that bird. In the meantime, everybody keeps doing what they we
