The Infinite Consortium, Monday
Monday, March 10th, 2025 04:50 am"Huh," Liliana said, reaching into the crate and pulling out the ransom note tucked away within. It was written in Ravnican, from letters cut out from magazines and pasted to a ragged piece of paper that smelled strongly of the Smelting Quarter. "Well," Liliana said, picking it up and scanning the lines quickly. "This is rather awkward. Pity about the hostage."
But it wasn't her problem, and so she tossed the note away without a second thought. She had stocking to get to, what with all this new inventory that had probably been intended to get the victim back.
Whoops.
Ah well.
Anyway, new stock!
But it wasn't her problem, and so she tossed the note away without a second thought. She had stocking to get to, what with all this new inventory that had probably been intended to get the victim back.
Whoops.
Ah well.
Anyway, new stock!