The Open Hand

Orso has the perfect plan—a silent infiltration through drainage ditches, throats slit in darkness, conquest before sunrise. It's surgical. It's safe. It's everything a master thief could devise. Dray kicks dirt over the map and orders his crew into the stolen armor of the Stern Guard they butchered at the Abbey. No more sneaking. No more shadows. The Scum Kings will march on Vance's Folly in broad daylight, wearing the polished steel and gold trim of their betters—a statement written in blood and audacity.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.