The dark, starry night illuminated his eyes to the wonders of the world when he was once a child. Once, he would spend hours on a hill as he watched the beautiful trio of moons as they danced with the heavenly water bearers through the night sky. Two of the moons were dimly lit while the one closest to them shone brilliantly like the beads in the necklaces of the noblewomen that would occasionally visit the city. The three of them would draw the constellations in the grass while they made new constellations with quirky names that only a child could ever think of. He wondered what had happened to such days.

His yellow eyes sneered at the three moons he once loved. Holes in a dilapidated building were normal, but this one was a little too big for his liking. They were too bright for him, and the men around him thought so as well. The silver light of the moon illuminated the contents of the crates they smuggled in through one of the broken sewers. And beyond the crates just near the open hole in the floor that connected to the city's sewers was a large cage. He frowned grimly as he saw the chains that bound the person trapped behind those steel bars.

Once, they watched the stars together and climbed the trees by their houses. But that was in the distant past, a past no longer in his reach. He clutched the sword she tried to cut him down with three nights ago and he smiled at how well she took care of her father's heirloom. He could remember the vivid memories of him watching the old man as he polished and sharpened the blade each month to keep it in pristine shape.

"Tun' el's ready, boss."

"Hm? Oh right, the tunnel. Take some of the blackpowder and leave it there for tomorrow."

The large man nodded and yelled for the other men around him to haul the heavy crates down into the cramped tunnels.

"This is the part where you say "You'll never get away with this!" while I laugh evilly on some chair."

"And then some hero will show up to kick your ass."

He laughed at the Watch Captain's response.

"Yeah, I know... I know..."

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"Ilfris, you know this won't work. Even if you do this, it won't-"

"It won't bring her back. I already know that, Iris. It won't bring Zamyra back but at least I'm doing something about it."

Ilfris turned towards Watch Captain Iris, she saw only a sadness she herself felt in his gaze yet she could bring herself to properly look at him.

He smiled weakly at his friend, then he turned towards the other room. The noises there were growing louder, and the shouts of the men drew him closer to the door. He peered inside to see the handful of slaves that they weren't able to sell. Beastmen, Low-Elves, and even Human children were chained together at the center of the room. They whimpered and cried softly as the large men around them drank away at the wine they brought into the city.

The men saw Ilfris looking at them, and they threw the chicken bones at the noisiest children to shut them up. Ilfris didn't want that, but at least they managed to make them quiet. Ilfris sighed as he thought about the poisoned wines they delivered to the families of the nobles. He wondered if that plan will really work, and if it was effective, Perhaps not, since one of his men got caught a few days ago carrying the poisoned wine meant for the head of the Merchant Guild.

He closed the door of the room and folded his arms together. He wondered if they already finished setting up the explosives in the many locations within the city. He was nervous, yet he knew within him that this plan will work. It has to work. The blackpowder they ceased from that Dwarven caravan was costly, and the loans he got from his many benefactors and connections are all dried up thanks to the cost of the materials. But it was worth it.

He looked out of the window and towards the castle that loomed over the city. He hated looking at it since it covered the moon during the early hours of the day. But he hated the nobles that held the lavish parties within its grand halls even more. He looked at the tunnels and scoffed to himself as he sat down on a chair and poured himself a bottle of wine.

"Tomorrow, that blasted castle will be mine for the taking. Wine?"

"Take? You're going to take the castle? Are you mad?"

Ilfris smiled and sipped on his red wine. It was cheap wine, but it will do for him.

"I'm not going to take the castle. My job is to just soften it up for them."

"Them?"

Iris looked at Ilfris as he gulped down the cheap wine. He wiped off the rest of the wine with the back of his gloved hand as he stared at the beautiful moons up above him.

"We're just pawns in a game, Iris. I'm just a person who embraced my role."

As he said those words, a chill ran down Iris' back as he turned his back at her. She could see a marking at the base of his neck as he put on his black coat. He smiled at Iris one last time as his yellow eyes shimmered in the darkness.

"I need to prepare somethings for tomorrow."