They found nothing.
Arthur went through every shelf, every drawer, every crate stacked in the back rooms while Thalon checked the floors for false panels and Cael moved through the storage with his hands open and his eyes reading the aetheric residue on every surface. Veris stood in the center of the main room and turned slowly with her field extended, reading the space the way she read everything, thoroughly and without commentary.
Genuine trading stock. Vasker documentation. Ledgers that recorded nothing more interesting than supply routes and inventory margins. Whatever the Vorik shop had been used for had been cleaned out with enough time and enough care that nothing incriminating remained.
Back on Solennes Quarters:
Sable sat in the chair they'd put him in and watched them search with the patient expression of someone who already knew what they were going to find.
