Judgment Day

Valdmor is a very, very ancient town. 

It wouldn't be too much of a surprise that there exist many old courtyards. 

Inconspicuous and dilapidated even. Although they've survived the test of time until today, their walls would seem as though they were on the verge of collapse due to a lack of maintenance and renovations. 

These were buildings without any commercial or monetary value, personal properties established and forgotten by the masses, left behind for the homeless and the wicked without a shelter to call home. 

In one of these dark corners in Valdmor, in a crowded space of huddled beggars and rotten corpses, a conspicuous man dressed in white and golden priest robes was reviewing a handwritten report brought back by one of these scums of society. 

The trash that no one would bother to look at while crossing the busy streets makes for the best agents if you pay them enough.