Marrick spread Flint's quarantine proclamations and yesterday's casualty reports across the registry table, pinning their curling corners beneath four brass weights.
Hajin examined Flint's quarantine proclamation alongside the casualty reports from yesterday's raid, his eyes tracing the overlapping timelines.
Beside the reports sat a charcoal sketch on rough parchment, depicting the exact layout of the northern drainage culvert.
"Notice how the quarantine zones align perfectly with the dried creek beds," Marrick observed, tapping the margin of the record log.
"Flint used his emergency authority to declare those gullies off-limits, keeping our patrols away from their approach corridors."
Commander Hans stood by the barred window, arms folded as he watched the captured raider sitting bound in the chair.
The prisoner's wrists were lashed tight with hemp rope, his face sullen with defiant silence despite hours of questioning.
