The thought came slowly.
It began when she woke to find a dirty and crying Tobe in Mastiff when he should have been at Haven. It grew as she saw Haven's broken walls and burned buildings, the signs of battle as clear as a report. She began to suspect as she counted and buried the dead; too many, but not enough. When she saw the single strand of bright red wool – familiar, leading the way – she knew.
The Chamber hadn't told her where to find Blayce because it was waiting for her guide. And it didn't care about the cost.