Sun light cut through the haze that still rose from the ground. The chasm had cut the city, running a jagged line from the Saj-graf Monolith to the Chalice Gate. It swallowed not a soul the day it formed, but left many hurt in its creation. Nothing came flowing out though the top of a spire fell in. Many a basement now had light. The Locked Chancery had a new window to the world and lost a large amount of beer to sate the chasm’s thirst.
Hector walked with Corvus along the length of the chasm. Hector had been asked to evaluate the best places for bridges to cross the gap by Mayor Alvin. He hit the ground with his staff trying to judge the response. The two were discussing what the lack of a monolith meant for the city and debated how long it would be till Ogres or a manticore showed up to threaten the city. Their conversation paused as they watch a couple of teenagers run and jump a narrow point of the chasm. Corvus shook his head at the foolishness while Hector laughed at the teens’ success.
“I still cannot think of anyone in town that would do such a thing. Hewing the best protection we have and then no other follows through.” Spoke Hector.
“It is probably the work of some group of mercenaries looking for work.” Corvus responded.
“Then they should go work for one of the trade houses, or volunteer for the wars in the south. There is no reason the people of Saj-graf need this burden.”
“I agree, if the city is attacked I am expected to muster at least a hundred men, well ninety-nine if I choose to serve. I think that would be every person I have working in the fields.
“Do you think it could be an agent of King Vincent? He has always had his eye on Saj-graf as a port town with access to the Vertrive Sea. That seems more likely, but why would he not coordinate with his corsairs’ attack on Port Gertrude. It would have made more sense.”
“Lord Corvus, have we taken to admiring the City’s new feature?” A voice spoke up from behind. It was Gabriel, walking down the street in one of the few times during the day. Walking alongside him were Martell and Kit.
“Yes, and talk with my brother Hector, he is charged with management of the city’s infrastructure you know.” replied Corvus pondering what Gabriel was after. “Have you taken on a personal guards?”
“Them? No we are on our way to talk to Ardent Order. They are interrogating a bandit named Sartow for his motives in the city. He was roughing up some patrons at a tavern when the guard arrested him. Best of luck with your civil service.” The trio continued on their way.
“War would alter the power structure in this city,” Hector mused. “Surely a few of the nobles will seek glory in battle in fail, freeing their lands to be distributed. Corvus, are you the one they call the Prince?”
Corvus burst into laughter. “Hector, if only I had the brain for such planning. No, I am far too petty for that job.”