Nobody breathed properly.
The voices above kept moving, boots scraping over broken stone, searching methodically along the granary ruins. Gad stared into the darkness where the tunnel entrance stood, waiting for a shadow to block the moonlight.
Doran leaned close enough to whisper directly into his ear. "They know about the markings. Someone told them what to look for."
"Vesk," Gad breathed.
"He's not guessing anymore. He's hunting with a map."
Talven's hand shook slightly where it gripped his sword, positioned near the tunnel mouth. Oris stood beside him, steadier, one hand raised slightly, signaling for patience.
The footsteps overhead paused directly above the chamber. Dust falling down from the ceiling, catching moonlight as it fell.
"Nothing here," one voice called out. "Move t
