Prince Simon “Ghost” Riley of Blackmoor Keep surveyed the sun-drenched decadence of Argent Spire from his chamber window. Below, the white marble and blue slate gleamed, the river sparkled, and the air hummed with the vibrant, royally irritating buzz of prosperity. It was a world painted in colors too bright for his shadowed soul. His arrival had been met with the expected fanfare – silk banners, blaring trumpets, crowds straining for a glimpse of the masked monster prince. 