He pressed his thumb to the "Command" rune. A ghostly line drew itself from Leif's position to the caravan, then to the ambush.
He released the rune. The map shimmered, sending the message through the ley-lines. mapa interactivo bellwright
A chime sounded. A new notification.
For a long minute, nothing happened. The wolves' orange signatures drifted closer to the Ghost Pines. The Baron's wagon crawled forward. Then, Leif's blue dot changed. It turned green—an acknowledgment. He pressed his thumb to the "Command" rune
Elias traced his finger over the parchment, but the glowed back at him through his scrying glass—a living, breathing overlay of the valley. Unlike the static maps of his youth, this one moved . Tiny icons pulsed: a red skull where a patrol had passed an hour ago, a waving grain symbol showing the harvest was ripe in Farnsworth, and a flickering blue dot—his son, Leif, moving through the Thornwood. The map shimmered, sending the message through the ley-lines
