Chapter 344: The Hand Inside the Walls (2)
Draven peered at the open ledger. Underneath the name Harrow along with his service number was the recognizable black-red circle of the Internal Audit Committee.
"He bears the same stamp as four hundred and twelve," Draven noted.
"Cleared by the same desk that sent Elian to work in the forges," Nyx observed. "Where does Harrow make his quarters?"
"Quarters in Barracks Four," replied Estella, putting down the book. "That is, unless the duty roster indicates he just took night watch on the north rampart an hour ago."
Night-time did not exempt Estella's law in terms of arrests: two hours of hunting per day, and Draven did not go anywhere without company.
The night air outside the barracks quadrangle was sharp, with the smell of wood smoke and frosty iron drifting down through the high wall. Draven moved with a slow, unhurried step, down the flagged path separating Barracks Three and Four, in his buttoned-up black coat.
