Time - Early Evening
Locations - Atricis Weyr | Dining Hall
"Yes," she answered, only to take a sip and glance over the sea of heads.
Miral had finally received the information that had waited to pry from the living intruder of Benden. An assassin of Walled. One of the dead had a mark that indicated he was a former slave of the territory, the telling diamond on his hand, but the others lacked it. Now, however, this confirmed their suspicions: Walled was also somehow involved in the attempts on his daughters. But how? Why?
"Who else knew about you and Walled?" she asked the brownrider directly.
"I have a trusted network," he assured her, for he caught the accusation in her tone. But then it dawned on him. "But someone recently saw some things they should not have."
"Who?" Miral asked, her brow furrowing.
"Someone I am not entirely familiar with," he muttered for her ears alone. "He might be an operative, one who gave the Walled cause to supply Cador with his... messengers."
"So what will you do?"
Mul'rec would have originally left the matter of A'ric be, but now that this information had come to light, it seemed a talk was due. "Speak to him."
A smirk answered him first. "The natural choice of progression."
"But of course." With little delay, he side stepped away from Miral to find the bronzerider not far from them. It did little to fuel A'ric's innocence, though Mul'rec hid his suspicions with a readied smirk. The smile never truly showed, thus giving Mul'rec a constant look of curiosity. When he stepped to the young man's side, he spoke. "Standing among a sea of bodies sometimes feels like floating on a raft at sea. Water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. Bodies everywhere, and not a soul to speak." He glanced to the younger man whom Solai had told him so much about, wondering how he might react.