The arches of the Spire of All Knowledge echod with soft chanting as young Cookies practiced spell‑weaving under the watchful glow of the Fount of Knowledge... From where was a mystery to all, yet everyone knew he was watching. In the farthest alcove, a lone figure steps into the dim light.

The Politician of Deceit unfurls a blue scroll with a flourish. A black feather twitches in her hand as if listening to a secret only they can hear.

“Fellow scholars, the Kala Namak Knights plot to usurp our crumbs of power. Their swords drip with salt, their vows are poisoned. We must bind our forces, lest the Spire crumble under their treachery!"