Brother Caldus looked like a man who had found a snake in his prayer book and was trying very hard to blame the bookmark.
He placed the Church escort-office logs on the evidence table with both hands.
Seven white folders.
Two prayer-sealed ribbons.
One cracked silver token.
No confidence.
Seraphina stood across from him, still wearing healer gloves from treating Ren and Hostile Witness One. Debt-blood stained one cuff. Not much. Enough.
Caldus noticed.
His mouth tightened.
Good.
Purity had trouble when evidence touched the correct fabric.
"These are complete?" Seraphina asked.
Caldus hesitated.
Valeria made a delighted sound.
He corrected quickly. "These are all logs I was allowed to retrieve."
"Allowed by whom?" Veylan asked.
"The escort office record keeper."
"Name."
"Brother Halven."
Ren wrote it down.
Ren's handwriting had changed since Gate Eleven.
