[How much work have I already done here, yet? Who of the crew is important? What do I know so far?]<br/><br/>Ashen Scorn of Liars' Sorrows eyed the close doors with a grim, dour expression. Inside, her teeth glittered in a leering smile, amused at their slow and inevitable doom. How easily the Terrestrials let her into their domain; so few had the paranoia and auspicious natures to watch out for the few of her kind who could do what she did.<br/><br/>Recklessness was ever the downfall of the living. She smiled at the 'mercy' she would grant those who would not help Creation come into glory once more.<br/><br/>As her round took her near the stores, she slipped to the munitions supply, confident that none would be around at this particular moment of the night. Cutting small holes in the barrels of fire-powder for the cannons, she emptied water into them, soaking the material.<br/><br/>The dark leer briefly appearing on her illusion's lips, Scorn resumed her rounds. Before dawn, she would meet up with another guard and leave him dead for another guard to find...