In the second week after the chest's recovery, the Council's small chamber filled with an extra presence: a woman of small stature, thin as a reed, who introduced herself as Maela of the Assembly. She spoke little and seemed old beyond her years. Her hands were steady. She had traveled far, and her manner told a better story than words: she had the look of someone who had survived by listening.

Lysa watched the sunlight on the waves as if reading a code. "Will they try again?" she asked.

"Many names," Mara murmured. "The old trick of running proxies. It delays suspicion."

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A Complete Player/Reader Guide

Unlike previous chapters where skills were linear, Chapter 3 introduces branching at Level 30. Players can choose between: