Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-32273133-20190610213949/@comment-34147452-20190612230421

Damian's former desk was strewn with parchments and documents. Most of them relating to his work here in Fireon, about trade routes and Blackmarket hotspots. He had a pencil jar and the normal office supplies, and a tiny little raven figurine as a paper weight. There was one file the stuck out for some odd feeling.

A tanned envelope with a crest of a Snake coiled around a pistol crossed over a dagger. The folder itself was heavy. Filled with papers and other unknown contents.