The House of Cards, First Floor, Library

Vincent Cain growled as he ran a hand through his hair. Ever since the slaying of the forgotten one Pode, the scholar had picked up more and more responsibilities. At first his promotion to the Emperor had been awesome, everyone was treating him better and giving him extra space to let him study. Then Leona begun dumping reports in his lap. “An Emperor should always be aware of what is going on the world…”

His candle flickered, sending shadows dancing across the room eerily. Bookshelves once filled with ancient texts had been replaced with tomes and tomes of transcribed knowledge. Every fact or story Vincent had ever read or learned was stored on these neatly dusted shelves. It was a bittersweet feeling, preparing what had been his home for so long for his own replacement.

His bloodshot sapphire eyes scanned the worn out document for the thousandth time. Documents about the cotton yields of Corone had very little interest for Vincent. He paused for a moment. He did however, know someone who would find use out of that information.

He rose to his feet and kicked his chair away. Growling he adjusted his wrinkled purple robe and sighed. He would need to go hunt down his favorite merchant turned assassin.