<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 3.95em;">Setting Up Shop</span></span><br/><br/>A new night dawns on Nexus. The sky is bright with reflections of forge fires off the low-hanging clouds in Nighthammer district, the grind of industry turning lives into ash and steel. In a small basement, there's a flash of green light, a brief flurry of silvery sands that gust through the room, and then, there stands Son of Wrath. The Infernal enters the city rather like an iceberg enters a ship's course,  without warning, and with little more mercy.<br/><br/>He has been given orders by Malfeas. Two Infernals are within this city, one a Defiler, one a Malefactor. They have been charged with beginning to get a foothold in Nexus. Impudent gods, Dragon-Blooded, Celestial betrayers walk the city, and think themselves free of consequence. Unfortunately, neither of them is worth a whit in a fight, so Malfeas has sent you to make sure that the two of them don't get themselves into trouble, getting so sharp they'll cut themselves, and if they do, then dispensing swift and brutal death to all the witnesses.<br/><br/>In the meantime, Velius and Petronella are each in their respective homesteads, as the night comes, and with it, the best time to get up to their dirty business. The Coadjutators whisper in their minds, about someone being sent- but little else. It appears they'll have company. It has been two days since Petronella's enslavement, and even now, word is coming down the ranks about an unexpected troop movement nearby that will help Lisara to make her attempt on the life of the Solar. Unaided, she will surely fail, and most likely make him wary.<br/><br/>Aided, well, that will be a much different matter. The forges begin switching over to their night shifts, as the city of Nexus waits, unaware of what is coming.