Smiling like you’ve been told to do whenever the press is around, you stand in the atrium of the Royal Dersite Court, having just concluded hours of diplomatic dialogue. You scored a good deal for Prospit, so you can’t complain, but you just can’t wait to go home.

As you start walking out, the Dersite Mage, Sollux Captor, stops you in your tracks. "Wait." He says, frowning. "Don't get in that car."

Naturally, you scowl at him, tugging your arm free of his grasp. "I'm serious, it's not safe." He points a finger outside, to the building across the street. The glimmer of steel twinkles from the rooftop. Sniper. "Come with me. There's another way out." He adds, setting a quick page with his long, gangly legs.