“What more can you tell me about Kösem?” you ask. Phaedra sighs. “She truly believes in the mission of Dioscoria; she ferried countless souls to our shores. When we were younger, I watched her fall in love: with Antonio, a handsome illusionist from Florence. They had a child together named Mihri: a passionate soul, she trained to be an Agent, but broke off her studies when they retired—to be closer to them. I fear… that these loved ones, which should be a blessing, have become Kösem’s weakness: leverage to pry open her secret knowledge. Go now.” ·↽✦۞✦⇀· You quickly pack your equipment and embark on a ship. The helmsman guides you through the mist surrounding the island, and you emerge just off the shore of Konstantiniyye: a bustling port, a medley of a hundred languages. ·↽✦۞✦⇀· You find your way to Kösem’s cramped apartment. She sits alone, head bowed, at the table. “Agent. I am sorry—run!” Suddenly, two Janissaries emerge from thin air—as though cloaked by illusion magic. Something is very wrong.