The Watchman paced the streets of a troubled city, his hand in its ever vigilant grip upon the hilt of his Aeldenic blade. "MERCENARY!" A cry rang from the city square, accompanied with the ring of steel. A thousand blades sprang free as Imperials in black swarmed the man in orange and blue, cut down before he was even given a chance to speak.   -=-   "The Tiger that stalks the Mantis bears no honour or sense..." That was all that escaped him before his black Katana was