The morning bell echoed through the monastery corridors, pulling Renard from his light sleep. He'd been awake for most of the night anyway, processing the intelligence Boa had gathered and planning his next moves. The Thread Walking session had been exhausting, but the information gained was worth the effort.
As he made his way to the washing facilities, Renard noticed something different about the atmosphere in the student quarters. There was a tension in the air, whispered conversations that stopped when he approached, and several students who seemed to be avoiding certain areas of the corridors.
The washing facility, normally bustling with students preparing for the day, was strangely quiet. Most of the stone basins were empty, and the few students present clustered together at one end of the room, speaking in hushed tones.
It didn't take long to discover why.
