The powers that be are never content. Always, grasping for more wealth, more power, more control. The Ministry calls upon you to fight against it, from the shadows. Drow new to the machinations of the myriad conspiracies of Spire, fresh from durance or distraction. Drow called, now, to serve Our Hidden Mistress, inheriting the long-abandoned safehouse and mantle of the Lampblack Society and bidden to fight the good fight. It will not be easy. But nothing ever is for the drow.