Modric’s POV
By noon, the woman in the green cloak had become the most hunted person in Ironclaw.
Kylian questioned everyone who had been near the dessert tents. He spoke with cooks, guards, musicians, children, elders, and even the merchants who had set up stalls near the courtyard. Several people remembered seeing a woman in dark green, but their stories did not match. One servant claimed she was tall. A Mooncrest guest said she was short. A child remembered auburn hair beneath the hood, while an elderly warrior insisted the woman had black hair. No one had seen her face clearly. It was beginning to look less like poor memory and more like deliberate confusion.
“She may have changed cloaks,” Kylian said as he stood across from my desk. “Or she had help creating false sightings.”
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