[Cards] Sovereignseed Satchel

A leaf drifted away from the Gilded Star, Sawyn the Sly pressed flat to its deceptively substantial surface. She knew the gamblers' guards would find nothing on their morning rounds, dust the only sign of the vines that ran through the secure halls, bypassing flight wards and trapped tiles alike.

The satchel's seeds had been perfect. And so, Sawyn wrote a careful note of thanks, folding it away into the pouch; it never paid to accept gifts gracelessly.