Siwaldh looked out from the balcony of the Fenshorn Manor. From there he could see the glistening Saj-graf Monolith protecting the city. The marble floors were a nice contrast to the inconsistent wood of the inn he spent his nights at. If Siwaldh had the luxury, he would spend every night in a place with so few drafts, and filled with the aroma of a garden below. Grabbing an apple from nearby he savored the freshness and lack of bruises on the flesh.
Unfortunately, as an uninvited gust of the Fenshorns, Siwaldh would only have some much time to make preparations and fell the monolith. He had chosen the manor because this enchantment required a line of sight to work. With luck the Fenshorn family was residing in their country manor so he only had to deal with a few servants for access to the place. No doubt the family would miss their loyal maids and butlers, but witnesses were not part of the contract from the Prince. He needed only two days to complete his task, plenty of time to be out before the neighbors should notice anything amiss.
Siwaldh had seen the monolith from many angles since his arrival and had been able to plot the weakest point. Research back at the guild of Enchanters, had taught him that this was one of the earliest monoliths and had never received the protection against what he was about to do. For almost a moment his morals sparked, contemplating the ethics of his action before his mind was awash with details of the preparations.
He knocked everything to the floor from a sturdy desk and started etching into its surface some channels. Next he poured liquids from various vials he had brought with him. While they sat he dragged over a brazier and started a fire. It was no Invoker’s Lantern, but it would do the job.
On the second day, Siwaldh was seen leaving the front gate of the Fenshorn Manor by a passing guard. He stopped him to ask what business he had at the estate. Before Siwaldh could answer there was a loud cracking noise as stone buckled and sheered. The ground under the city itself shook followed by screams of panic. Siwaldh waited for the guard to choose his next action, slowly back stepping away. He then turned and ran, leaving the guard still dazed by what was transpiring.