Last night, before everything settled, he had given Graveknit a task.
Find a mine.
If they wanted weapons, armor, and real growth, scraps would not be enough forever. They needed a steady source of ore.
And now, he was waiting.
Aiden's fingers tapped lightly against the wooden frame of the window, his gaze steady as he watched the streets below.
"…You should be back by now."
As if answering him, a faint sound echoed from outside.
Soft.
Uneven.
Aiden's eyes shifted.
Moments later, the door opened after a knock.
Graveknit stepped inside.
Its stitched body looked slightly dirtier than before, patches of soil clinging to the bone fragments that made up its frame. The thin black threads binding it together twitched faintly, as if reacting to something it had encountered.
It lowered its head immediately.
"My lord."
Aiden didn't waste time.
"Well?"
Graveknit lifted its head slightly.
"I found one."
Aiden's expression didn't change, but his attention sharpened.
"Where."
