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"And that's why I asked him to come here!" Dr. Sabbatine shouts from the Specular. "I have thought this through, Stralchus. Now leave him alone and get back to work."

The mystic gives you one last hard look and then strides away.

"Crowchar?" a gruff voice calls. "Crowchar Tenochtes? There you are, boy! Get with the others!"

Captain Kamateros, the small company's commanding officer, seems alarmed by Dr. Sabbatine's desire for immediate use of the Specular. A tall man dressed in immaculate gold-and-gray regimentals, Captain Kamateros does not look like the sort of man who enjoys surprises.

As if not sure you speak Koiné, the Captain points angrily from you to the weapons locker. Firearms haven't been permitted on the streets of the city since that deranged English queen, Victoria, and her husband tried to assassinate the Empress of Byzantium and her heir, Prince Zeno. Nonetheless Dr. Sabbatine keeps an impressive armory.