He went to the director that evening.
Not the next morning. Not after sleeping on it. The folder from Sael was still in his coat and the Guild Council seal was still fresh in his mind, and he had learned a long time ago that the gap between receiving information and acting on it was where other people made decisions about you.
He did not intend to let that gap stay open overnight.
The Artifact Division building was lit in its upper floor when he arrived. The lower floors dark, the entrance locked, but the side door that Sael used for Division business had light underneath it. He knocked twice.
She opened it without surprise.
***
The director's office at night was the same as it was in the day except quieter. The same desk. The same documents in their careful stacks. The same cord-worn badge. He had not been home. Or if he had, he had come back.
