King Emeric’s grand plan to retake the Bangkorai Garrison from the Seventh Legion is to have me crawl through the rancid sludge of the fort sewers like a rat to reach the gatehouse. Once there I am to open the front gates where upon he will stroll triumphantly through them in his clean, shiny Breton armour to glorious fanfare; because they won’t be expecting that.

Only, judging by the amount of soldiers I encounter paroling these putrid tunnels, they were expecting just that.

So thank you Emeric, thank you for this most uniquely foul experience, and thank you for sending me to do a job that any sneak thief could have done.

S.K