The worst part of it all was that he still had no idea what it was that Anonymous wanted. Tempest was, at the very least, easy. Foal’s play, even! Dangle the hope of restoration in front of her like a carrot from a stick, and watch her dance to his tune. But the Storm King knew better than most that doing evil for evil’s sake could only take you so far. Sooner or later, you would need a goal, an endgame. It was easy to pass Anonymous off as a lucky buffoon, but his new, sneaky ways of infuriating him at every meeting betrayed a level of cunning that was rare to see.