The room wasn't much to look at. Books with broken spines stacked wherever there was space, not on shelves, just surfaces. A window facing the city.
The desk had been used for years, and the two chairs opposite it had worn armrests from the same kind of repeated use.
A third chair had been pulled in from somewhere else in the building.
Alistair stood in the doorway, looking at the person inside.
Due entered behind him quietly, his eyes already moving across the room. Elara followed without a word.
The person offered their name quickly, as some people do when the name matters less than what follows.
Alistair noted it and moved on, because they had already started talking.
However, the conversation didn't start with politics.
"Was the walk from the Black Mountains to Therasia what you expected?"
Alistair furrowed his brows.
'That is a strange opening for a diplomatic meeting.'
He answered honestly.
"No. It wasn't."
This seemed to satisfy something. The person nodded once, not agreeing with the answer, but acknowledging that it was honest.
Following that, the actual conversation began.
The Unmarked. What they were. What they had been building in the Oasis of Grain for decades, slowly and without announcement, beneath everything else that had been happening in Solnar.
The person explained it without urgency, with a steady, unhurried tone.
"They weren't a faction or an army. They were infrastructure, information networks threaded through civilian settlements, loyalty channels built over years of quiet, consistent presence, trade routes controlled through relationships rather than force."
The kind of foundation that power runs on without ever noticing who maintains it.
Alistair's eyes widened.
Thirty years of this, growing in every direction, and nobody outside of it is aware. Nobody tends to look at foundations until they start to crack.
'Nobody noticed because nobody was meant to,' he thought. 'And now it is essentially everywhere.'
The sealed eye – the mark on the waystation door.
The person confirmed what Due and Osren had recognized without explaining it to each other.
It was the Unmarked's symbol, used to mark places they'd assessed, contacts they'd made, territory they considered part of their network.
The waystation had been one of their meeting points.
Whoever was supposed to meet Osren there had been redirected, either by the Unmarked themselves or by someone who noticed their interest and chose to interfere.
Alistair thought about the presence at the border settlement. The one that had tracked them to Therasia stood outside their window and vanished cleanly, beyond his scan's reach.
He didn't mention it.
"When Sun Harvest appeared in the Oasis of Grain, the Unmarked's activity had increased immediately. Not coincidental," the person said.
They said it the way people say something they've already settled months ago and no longer need to explain.
Hearing this, Due spoke for the first time since they'd entered.
"Two threats converging," he said, "The Unmarked from below, Caldren from above. And both building toward the same infrastructure goal from different directions."
The person looked at him, "That's exactly right."
Alistair glanced at Due. His hands had been completely still since they walked in, no collar adjustment, not a single settling gesture.
Alistair knew by now what that kind of stillness meant. Due was paying attention to something that mattered more than his threads.
Elysium's position was stated plainly. They didn't want the Unmarked to finish what they were building.
They didn't want Caldren to finish his version either.
Sun Harvest was the only new variable in a situation that had been static for years, and Elysium wanted to determine what it actually was before someone else made that determination for them.
Alistair was quietly frustrated by how reasonable it all sounded.
'Annoyingly reasonable,' he thought. 'Like they've been waiting for us specifically.'
"What does Elysium want from the Sun Harvest?"
The person smiled, then said in a low voice, "Nothing yet. To know whether Sun Harvest would be part of the region's future, or something that burned itself out in six months and left the situation worse than before."
However, one thing was offered without being asked for.
A name. Someone in the Oasis of Grain that Alistair should find before Caldren did.
The person said the name once, clearly, without any context.
Alistair noted it. Due noted it.
'That name is important enough to hand over for free,' he thought, 'Which means they want us to find this person almost as badly as they want us to think it was a favor.'
Then Elara's expression changed.
It was small, a shift behind her eyes that most people in that room would not have noticed.
Alistair caught it.
"How do you know that name?" Her voice was carefully controlled when she said it.
Having said that, the room went quiet.
The person looked at her properly for the first time since they'd all entered. Their expression shifted, the quick adjustment of someone who had just learned something about their visitors that hadn't been in the briefing.
They answered.
It connected to Elysium's intelligence network, to something running through the Oasis of Grain's civilian settlements for over a decade, touching Caldren's operation and the Unmarked's infrastructure at the same time.
The name wasn't just a person. It was a point where multiple separate things converged into one place.
Seeing this, Alistair watched Elara more carefully.
Her composure held as it always held. But she looked down at her hands once, briefly, then back at the person speaking.
Whatever she was hearing, it connected to something she had been carrying for much longer than she had been walking with Sun Harvest.
Due's hands had slowly resumed their settling movements beside her.
The rhythm was different than usual, slower, like something had shifted in him during that answer, and he was still sorting through what it was.
'She knows that name,' Alistair thought, 'And whatever it means to her is older than Sun Harvest. Older than anything she's told us.'
The meeting ended shortly after. Osren appeared at the door and led them out through a side corridor, efficiently and without extra words.
The city looked the same walking out as it had walking in. Same buildings, same open streets, same people moving without the caution Alistair was used to seeing in other places.
However, something about what he had just heard had changed the way all of it settled in his mind.
Elara walked beside them quietly. She wasn't saying what she'd heard. Not yet.
Alistair looked ahead and said nothing.
The name sat in all three of them now, and only one of them understood what it meant.