Baron of Broken City, Edwin Rosalie, Dark Spawn
Imperial Calendar: Year 1596, Month 5, Day 15
North of the Empire, Broken City, Black Market
-How are the preparations going?
-Sir, the preparations are going as planned. There are no significant issues to report.
-What about the inquisitors?
-We haven't found them yet. They're very good at hiding...
-You useless lot, you may leave.
The man dressed entirely in black left the office seconds later.
Edwin stared at the papers on the table with a furrowed brow.
-Five days left... damn it, I can't help but feel nervous... this is a unique opportunity I have right now... A siren, also known as an ocean singer... a fucking siren...
Edwin licked his lips, his face contorting.
-Don't make such horrid faces, it's disgusting...
