The elf pirate Andor from Canaan Moore felt like he was simultaneously possessed by the gods of fortune and despair.
A year ago, he was hired by a high-profile client from The Empire to attack a specific target. This was a common task for any pirate; after all, how much money could one really make from raiding merchant ships? It was nothing but a way to build a name. The real patrons were those big shots operating in the shadows who needed "black gloves."
What's more, this particular client was exceptionally meticulous. He even arranged for a full set of armor as insurance—compared to those clueless clients who couldn't even provide full intelligence on the targets, this one was practically considerate to the point of perfection.
Andor considered this a stroke of luck. Clients this thoughtful were a rare breed.
