He released the rune. The map shimmered, sending the message through the ley-lines.
He zoomed out. The entire province of Bellwright sprawled before him, a patchwork of green (safe), yellow (contested), and red (dead). He marked the caravan's route. Then, he marked the bandit ambush point he had scouted yesterday. Finally, he dragged Leif's blue dot toward a rocky outcropping overlooking the road. mapa interactivo bellwright
A chime sounded. A new notification.
Elias allowed himself a breath. He wasn't a warrior, a blacksmith, or a lord. He was just the Mapkeeper. But with the glowing in his weathered hands, he could bend the valley's fate like a bow. Not by swinging a sword, but by knowing where the sword would fall before it ever left its sheath. He released the rune
"Leif," he spoke into the map's recording crystal, "the wolves are in the pines. Take the old logging road, not the creek. Wait at Split Rock. When the bandits hit the caravan, you hit the bandits. Bring me the herbs. For your mother." The entire province of Bellwright sprawled before him,