It was a cold, damp night in the Midlands, and the moon was choked by the thick smog of the industrial revolution or at least, the early warning signs of it spreading from the North.
The darkness allowed the "Auditors" of the Directorate's Loss Prevention department to engage in market destabilization against the Kingdom of Mercia.
At the moment, an operative shrouded in a cloak of matte-black wool maneuvered through the streets of Tamworth, the capital of Mercia, under the cover of the curfew.
His goal was to liquidate the Royal Granary; as such, he began to approach the massive timber structure with a ceramic canister in hand.
This wasn't magic, and it wasn't a dragon. It was the "delayed-reaction thermal paste" Helga had cooked up in the lab.
The Auditor, a man named Sighvat, slipped past the sleeping guards who were suffering from the "Blueberry Mix" dysentery Gyda had introduced to the water supply days prior.
