It had happened so fast. One moment Klinner was asleep in his bed, and the next he was surrounded by imperial soldiers, the tips of swords and rifles pointed at him. His eyes had stung upon exiting the crypt, meeting fresh air and natural light they hadn’t encountered for months, and they were still hurting when he was shoved into a dark room. Before his eyes could adjust to yet another change in the lightning, the room was illuminated, and he was forced into a chair at one end of a table. On the other end stood two imperial soldiers, dressed in lavender brigandine coats.