Great Caravan Heist

The dust-choked roads outside the capital were bustling with traders, mercenaries, and desperate refugees fleeing the city's growing unrest.

But among the chaos, a single caravan stood apart—an armored convoy belonging to Lord Alzaren, one of the wealthiest nobles in the region. This wasn't just any shipment.

It was a rolling vault of grain, enough to sustain a starving village for months. And it was Lyrasia's next target.

She watched from the shadows of a crumbling watchtower, her mind racing through possible approaches.

A direct attack was out of the question; Lord Alzaren's guards were seasoned veterans, trained to kill before asking questions. Buying the grain outright was laughable—she didn't have the wealth to compete with noble bidders. But there was another way. A riskier way.

A heist in reverse.