Events
Rogue glanced around through the hallways, and then stepped out. Behind him, in the room of another peasant, they slept soundly. The room was in a state of chaos, but that only helped hide the evidence of ransacking. He hadn't found anything, so this one gets to live.
The fortress has changed over the last few months. Apiks had returned to power, and dwarves huddled about and rushed to and fro with fear etched into their faces. He'd been away at the time of the coup, but he'd heard what had happened, with what uncaring decadence, and usurpation he'd seized control. Apiks had maneuvered to get the military out of the way for it, few as they were. Honestly though, if they'd wanted to, they could have cut him down. One legendary soldier, is still a third the strength and skill next to three legendary masters.
It was of no matter though. There were other revelations learned. A mysterious "Orchestra", apparently being some sort of organization. He didn't know what that was, or even meant. Was he going to round up all the musical instruments and order them destroyed, the same way Red Hammer did with the magically infused items? What could a bunch of musicians do to a mad tyrant?
Then there was the whole transformation of the throne, the declaration of turning the queen into a whore, and mass display of magic. A shiver crawled up Rogue's spine, uncontrolled. He still considered himself a novice. In the face of one that openly flaunted the power, he didn't like his odds. Another reason to practice, and hone the art, as he did Sosasbakust.
As he walked down the hall, towards the secret library, a long abandoned idle though returned to him.
What was behind that door I found many ... years ago. Well, might as well see what's there. It'd be a nice distraction, from the hunt for the clever fool who found his library.
Glass, we can now return to that long abandoned intersection.