Chapter 1: Part 6: Escape
Oska knew, as he darted towards the tapestry, that there were two ways this could go. Either he’d be caught and killed, probably by Ruby herself – or he’d escape. The latter, not surprisingly, was his preferred option.
Chapter 1: Part 5 - Ashes
Seeing the guild hall burn wasn’t quite like watching her life go up in smoke, but it wasn’t far off. Erin stood on the docks of Lion’s Arch, trying to be stoic about the fact that there was nothing left of the place but a pall of smoke overhead and a greasy stain on the ground. The wooden walls had been old and dry; they’d burnt quickly and with significant heat. The Lionguard, presumably used to such fires, had done nothing but hold back the crowds.
Chapter 1: Part 4 - Gunpowder and Roses
It was as dark as a grave in the cellar Vilma left him in. There had been a candle, for a little while, but that had long since burnt away. Even the puddle of wax was now cool. Oska had traced his way around the room before it went out, finding three damp stone walls, with a heavy wooden door in the fourth. The cobbled floor sloped down into a pool of water at the opposite end, as though the whole room was sinking into the earth.
Chapter 1: Part 3 - Den Of Thieves
The guild hall of Light’s Memory had, if Erin was honest, seen better days. It was a former warehouse on the docks of Lion’s Arch, which had seemed practical in the early days of the guild. Back then, with Zurra only just captured and Erin newly in charge, all she’d wanted was a safe place for them to sleep, train, and catch up with one another between paying jobs.
Chapter 1: Part 2 - Old Acquaintances
Reconnaissance in Divinity’s Reach wasn’t what Oska was used to. He’d grown up in the city and knew every nook, cranny, and secret there was to know – but that wasn’t helping much now. He hadn’t been sent back here to fight enemy forces, or carry intelligence, or even to learn the city’s news from his family. He was here, in the words of his new guild leader, to watch and wait.
Chapter 1: Part 1 - Just Deserts
Leading a guild was full of surprises. It had never crossed Erin’s mind that something as simple as joining a game – even one as large as Yinn’s Carnival – would lead her to the cells of the Order of Whispers. What she’d assumed would be nothing more than harmless, well-paying fun had rapidly spiralled out of control, though. In the end, working for Yinn had felt like one more unfortunate decision in an ever-expanding list of them.