Cheap tallow candles in a high garret room. A few handfuls of small gold and silver coins are scattered across the wooden table, meagre spoils from a long night’s work through the city’s winding streets and unsecured doors. With lowered but insistent voices, a group are pushing the coins around the table, occasionally gesturing to marks and crosses on a map of the city, and dividing up their takings.

The group look up as the door bangs open, one of them instinctively snatching up and folding away the map, but it is only the last of their number returning.

The newcomer strides up to the table and throws a few more coins down, before holding a dark gemstone up against the candlelight. When the map holder gestures for this to also be added to the table, the new arrival holds out his other arm, the sleeve of which is ragged and bloody with the marks of a guard dog’s teeth. As the group tilt their heads and glance at each other, the holder of the stone closes his fist around it.

The term “Seeker” becomes “Thief” and “Observer” becomes “City”. The Public Tracking page becomes “The Garret”. The Building Block “Mantle Limiations” is activated.

My declared Imperial Style is Gardener/Protective/Powerhouse/Scam-Neutral/Guarded/Methodical.