Role

Chapter 2

Up until recently, it seemed dull enough. Dealing with wretched folks who
defy or subvert the law and are in need of a criminal mark. His dream job,
the exterminator of petty crime. Laeden did not at all aspire to be a great
beacon of heroism. He had a place, and he was content to have it, and have
his share of fun and adventure in the days off.

What changed it was how serious some people are about opposing everything
he works for. How bad the situation is with his peers, the Spire's latest
crop, most of them opportunistic bastards with no moral compass to speak of.

Pondering this on his off day, he sits by a fireplace, staring into the
flames and hoping for an insight from within. And it comes. Enchanted by
the ever-dancing flame, he extends a paw as if to touch it - and it hurts!
Moments later Laeden darts into the washroom, almost knocking over a basin,
and sticks his burned paw into the water.

...Nursing the wound, he looks at the burn mark and is startled to find it
in the shape of an hourglass. As if the fire and his subconscious conspired
for the moment to tell him: it is time.

The Spire doesn't need another paper pusher - it needs a hero.