In the temple district of Dar Vassir, a priest of Merciful Grevari was busy looking for the mysteriously missing robes he’d left in his locker. In the next district over, a shivering medicker awoke naked and lying on a table next to the body he’d called a priest in to bless. In the theater at the other end of the block a magician with a poorly crafted splint on his leg noticed that the capsules of fake blood he’d left on his prop chest were gone. In an alley along the route to the Naval harbor, a very confused Naval lieutenant who was slowly gaining consciousness found that his uniform had been replaced with medicker robes. At the entrance to the harbor, the guard on duty whistled a tune as one of the newly transferred lieutenants passed through the gates with a wave.
About then, the Archduke of Dar Vassir fell to his knees in an empty vault which had housed his fortune just this morning.
Aboard the Chimera, Garret and his fellow thieves were stripping off their stolen Naval uniforms as they left harbor.