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'So he showed up again in order to close down operations here?' guessed Hector.

'It's possible. I'm not sure why he would need to show up in person for that, though. And again, it doesn't explain why they would leave all these documents behind.'

It was then that Hector noticed another name near the very end of the logbook. It was a name he'd only heard a few times before, but seeing it now in writing, he knew at once that this was no coincidence.

"Garovel," he whispered as he pointed at it.

'Hmm?'

The name read: Pauline Gaolanet.

On the night of the Atreyan Gala of Royal Associates, Hector had received an invitation to meet with virtually every lord in the country. He had not had time to do so in a single evening and had been forced to reschedule the vast majority of them for later dates.

However, there had been one house of Atreyan nobility that had been noticeably absent from that list of invitations.

House Gaolanet, the Lords of Gray Rock.


Chapter Two Hundred Two: 'The Lion's insight...'
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Asad Najir was tired. His return to Sair had been rather turbulent, to say the least. At times, it felt like he was constantly being interrogated. The other Sandlords were constantly questioning him, wanting to know his intentions.

They had not been pleased to learn of what had transpired in the Undercrust and now seemed to think that he would soon bring more trouble down upon their heads.

He supposed he could understand their concerns. He was responsible almost entirely for the current predicament that the Sandlords found themselves in with the Vanguard.

Having met with Iceheart personally now, it seemed clear to Asad that the Vanguard was suspicious of him but lacked the justification to take any kind of action. The other Sandlords had covered for him during his absence, thankfully. An impromptu family retreat. Much needed after the harrowing attack on his childhood home of Dunehall.

Not to mention, Abbas Saqqaf had delivered Ivan's head to them on a silver platter. The Vanguard could hardly complain about that.