The Gardens of Dawn

The Gardens of Dawn. He'd heard tell of it, over the years. So named for the large tended areas of flowers and rare shrubs scattered along the streets (now somewhat worse for wear), this was the home of the merchant princes of the city, masters of great trading fleets, whose caravans crisscrossed the world, bringing back riches untold....

Perfect. Korven grinned. Plenty pf pickings here. He looked down the wide boulevard, the air already thick with smoke. Gangs of men were breaking into houses, the faint screams coming from within sweet music to his ears. There was enough gold in this area to make a thousand men rich beyond their wildest dreams...all they had to do was take it.

Korven looked around, his eyes lighting on one domicile to his left. No one had broken into it as of yet...and it looked like a rich prize....