Reaver, had never been the best at planning ahead.
One hundred years ago, he'd betrayed the illustrious hero of Bower Lake, only to find himself coiled into a most embarrassing game of chase with Lord Lucien's Spire Guards, who needed him just as much as they needed her. Fast forward fifty years, when the great queen had succumbed to her own mortality. Reaver had changed so much of Albion during that time period, evolving what he called 'the turgid green of Albion' into a modernized copper world of smog and steel. What had started as little more than yet another passing fancy to wile away the doldrums (which sometimes crept up during the exp