Trafalgar stood among the graves and fed a thread of mana into the shadowlink until the small coil of it warmed and woke against his palm, ready to hold whatever he gave it.
He kept it short and plain, the way Caelum liked things, the way that traveled well.
"Caelum. It's me." His breath fogged and tore off on the wind. He didn't lift his voice for it. "The mine's a nest. I went to the bottom today and saw the whole of it. A matriarch brooding a clutch on the richest crystal vein in Morgain land, the brood grown fat feeding off the stone. Tomorrow Moses and I go in together and put an end to all of it. That part's handled."
He let the wind move through and went on.
