Quick! Throw the fallen shield in the chest, right the stool, and kick the corner of the rug back where it goes. You’ve got places to be as well!

– Finvaara

There’s no time to lose.

You rush around the room, righting furniture, flattening bed sheets, and hiding any trace of damage.

Perfect. It’s like you were never here.

Think up witty responses just in case you are late to work and they give you crap about it.

– Fuzzypaws

The last thing you want is a scolding on your first day. You concoct a story about finding a giant scuttle-bug in the dorm, and having to fight it to the death. It’s the perfect cover story – believable, yet heroic.

You’re late! Quick, bite into the cake and start running to the main hall with it sticking halfway out of your mouth like a proper tardy protagonist!

– Violet the Screeching Creature

You leave the barracks through an ostentatious set of doors and find yourself in the palace’s marble-floored east wing. Paintings of aristocrats watch as you dash down the hallway, cake in mouth.

Up ahead, you spy a gangly figure clad nose-to-paw in dark robes.

It’s Plaguemaster Aquila, the minister responsible for public health and safety.

Aquila lacks scruples, if word in the tunnels is to be believed. But you’re not the sort to pay heed to rumour and gossip. Or are you?

What do you do?