From the shadows of a narrow alley, you watched the royal treasury's western tower. Three guards patrolled the perimeter. Two at the gate. One on the rampart, yawning every few minutes.

A single purple-glittered trail shimmered briefly on the wind before dissipating, as if the air itself was winking at the fortress.

Inside the tower, the King's most prized possessions lay waiting: gold chalices, jeweled scepters, and the fabled Sunstone of Camelot—a gem said to be worth enough to buy a kingdom.