Fay pointed to a section in the espionage manual, the page about habits. It was about timing how long people indulged themselves, whether it was eating, drinking, gambling, or other private comforts.
Radeon answered without hesitation, giving the estimates he already carried in his head. Fay added her own notes with a stick of charred wood, neat marks on scrap paper.
Radeon sighed inside. He wished he could build a digital system here, something clean and repeatable, the way he had done in places too backward to climb on their own.
If it was only for him, Fay, and whatever disciples came after, it would be convenient.
Then his mind ran ahead to the limits. Systems had holes. People exploited holes. Higher cultivation exploited them faster.
Eldritch anomalies did not even need holes. They warped the board itself. For now he would settle for a messaging device.
It was not urgent yet, but once he had the resources, Radeon was sure it would be first on his list.
