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He watched the dots converge. The hunt had begun.

He pressed his thumb to the "Command" rune. A ghostly line drew itself from Leif's position to the caravan, then to the ambush. mapa interactivo bellwright

"Leif," he spoke into the map's recording crystal, "the wolves are in the pines. Take the old logging road, not the creek. Wait at Split Rock. When the bandits hit the caravan, you hit the bandits. Bring me the herbs. For your mother." He watched the dots converge