The woman appeared at the camp gates at dusk.
Brayn was reviewing the day's reports when one of the sentries rushed in, his face pale. "Sir, there's someone at the gates. She's asking for you by name. She says she has information about a new threat."
Brayn looked up, his eyes narrowing. "A new threat? What kind of threat?"
The sentry shook his head. "She wouldn't say. She just said it was urgent. She said you'd want to hear it."
Brayn stood, his hand moving to his weapon. "Bring her in."
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The woman was young, barely out of her twenties, her face pale and gaunt. She wore tattered clothes, her eyes darting nervously from side to side. She looked like she hadn't slept in days.
"Brayn Vance?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Brayn nodded slowly. "I'm Brayn. Who are you?"
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