“I can give you the whole bunker,” the merchant said. “Was supposed to be renting it to some caravans out of Revolar, but they didn’t show.”
“What happened?”
“Don’t know,” he said. “But it’s storming strange, I’d say. Three caravans, with different masters and goods, all gone silent. Not even a runner to give me word. Glad I took ten percent up front.”
Might this indicate that the yellow spren orchestrated the death of the three caravans, to ensure that the stormbunker would be available for kaladin and the parshmen.