The Evergreen clan had searched packs, forests, ravines, abandoned settlements, riverbanks and hidden trade routes for weeks. Even the underground tunnels they created centuries ago.
And still, they had nothing.
The great hall of the Evergreen Gothic Castle stood in tense silence as High Lord Theodore stared down at the map spread across the long table.
Red markings scarred nearly every corner of the region, lines crossing through territories where his men had already scoured twice.
Twice!!
His fingers hovered over one section near the north before slowly dragging downward, leaving a faint smear of ink.
“She cannot simply disappear,” he said, voice low but carrying.
No one answered.
Varric, his blood general, stood at the far end of the table, his posture straight, expression car
