[Day 19 — Morning — South District]
Heren lived in a small house at the end of an alley that Kira's map marked as "accessible if you know how to find it."
The door was open.
Kira knocked before entering because in Veltharr an open door could mean either welcome or trap, and she preferred to confirm.
A voice from inside. "Come in."
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Heren was at least seventy years old. Probably more.
His eyes didn't focus well — not complete blindness, but the specific way the eyes of someone who saw something their brain never fully processed remain with a focus slightly displaced from what they're looking at.
Alex noticed it as soon as he entered.
The room was small. A table. Four chairs. A window covered with thick cloth because Heren clearly preferred controlled darkness to varying light.
Kira had made the contact. Alex went because his information mattered. Grim went because Grim always went.
Heren looked at them.
He stopped at Grim.
The unfocused eyes focused for the first time.
