City Of Broken: Dreamers -v1.15.0 Ch. 15-

Shouts followed. Ruan Grey’s men answered with force. One of Tovin’s hidden locks set off a small, precise chain that toppled a cart and spilled polished lantern parts like beetles. Men wrestled. The river glimmered with lantern shards like constellations pulled from the sky. The Night Watch came late, called to oil a squeaky gate; their arrival was a theater of torches and confusion.

When the final token clinked, Elowen pressed her hand to the bowl. “We will delay,” she said. The Hall breathed out. “We ask the Council for terms. We demand a trial quarter. If the replacement brings harm, the contract is void. If it brings nothing but order, then we will accept.” City of Broken Dreamers -v1.15.0 Ch. 15-

Kestrel walked home with Jessamyn under lanterns patched to glow like stubborn moons. They spoke little. When they did, their words were simple: keep the locks hidden, move the apprentices along the river routes, teach the traders the new signals. They were already living in a city that required both preservation and trickery. Shouts followed

On the ninth strike, the city held its breath. Carts rolled through the lanes like a slow, black tide. Men in gray coats took lantern after lantern, checking seals and stamping receipts. Where a lantern refused, they pried. Where a seal failed, they cursed. Men wrestled