The name Ronan Vale did not stay in the great hall untouched for long.
Cassian laid the transfer ledger, the reserve note, and the stone-colored token on the table while the winter light still held pale and thin against the shutters, and the room seemed to understand at once that the road would start moving as soon as the men above it realized the reserve had fallen silent. The silver from the cross sill sat tied back under canvas at one end of the table.
