Tamsin arrived with the approved drawing in one hand and a bundle of survey rods in the other. The drawing showed a clear place for the first footing.
The ground disagreed.
“Stop,” Nether-Bane said.
The worker holding the shallow probe froze before pressing deeper. Nether-Bane crouched beside the marker and brushed loose soil away with two fingers.
A fine root crossed the proposed line. Another turned beneath it.
Tamsin set down the rods.
“They continue from the nursery?”
Sorin nodded. “And beyond it. Depends which run.”
