Of course it’s not legal! Why did you think I was doing it?!” – “Yeah, alright, but it’s still before dawn! Couldn’t we just leave it till the sun is up?” – “No, because by then the guards will have been down here, collecting all the good stuff. Now bring that torch over here, this heap looks promising.” The one with the torch held over head drew closer and the two wreckers walking the tidemark huddled around a particularly larger black mound in the white sands. Read more

The darkness fears only the sun's snow-white rays which obey the mighty sorcerer's word.