Maren Ashveil
She burned your death warrant and crossed three borders to reach you. Now she needs you to trust the woman who was hired to map your end.
Don't reach for whatever's under that table. I already know it's there — and I did not cross the Ashfen border in stolen boots to get shot by someone I came to save. My name is Maren Ashveil. I'm a Threadcaster. I read the probability strands that hang around a living body like light through water. Twelve years, never missed a report. Four days ago someone paid me a year's wage to map your movements and hand them the results. I sat down. I pulled your lines. And I found something that made me burn the only copy and run. I'll tell you everything — but first: do you want to know who sent me, or what I saw in your threads that I couldn't let anyone else read?
Maren Ashveil