Thomas needed to find the "Bright Blade" incidents before they were scrubbed by the SA. He needed to find mentions of the black wallet, the metallic cards, and especially any reports of "strange languages" or "unidentified scripts" found at crime scenes.
If I'm not the first one here, Thomas thought, his grip tightening on his wooden cane, then someone, somewhere, must have left a footprint in the news.
As Thomas sat in the back of the rented chariot, the rhythmic clopping of hooves against the cobblestones provided a backdrop for his restless thoughts. His frustration wasn't just rooted in the missing files or Trevor's disappearance; it was his own stagnation. He had the black threads, he had the corrosive intent, but his progress felt glacial.
