Sable shifted in the chair.
"The fortress isn't far," he said. "Half a day by carriage. Maybe less if the road hasn't drifted over." He looked at the window. At the snow still coming down. "It sits on the northern hillside past the outer forest. Built into the rock face so it reads as natural formation from a distance. You'd pass it without knowing it was there if you didn't know what to look for."
"Primary function," Solenne said.
"Stock site. Not production." Sable looked at his hands. "They don't extract there. They hold there. Elves brought in from various points get consolidated at the fortress before being moved to the actual production location further out." He paused. "I don't know where that is. I was never taken there since it's a new production site, since the previous one has been raided already."
A beat
"But the fortress is where the numbers are. Biggest concentration of elves in the entire Creslan operation."
The room was quiet for a moment.
