The night air was hot and muggy. There was a breeze blowing off of the ocean, but it did nothing to cool the air. Atop a bluff, over looking the docks, and Low-town, the Governor’s mansion sits proudly. Guards stood watch at the main gate, and along the high outer wall. Their torches cast long shadows as they patrolled the grounds.

Despite the guards, a thief, Amira Morra, silently slipped by. She scaled the outer wall, in a matter of seconds. She crossed the court yard as quietly as a shadow, and began to climb towards her target. As she climbs the wall of the mansion, a third floor window opens, and a maid emptied out a chamber pot. Amira scrambles out of the path of the foul mess, and continues her climb.