Within the cool and musty confines of his warehouse Miric walked along the row of crates as his supervisor droned on about this latest shipment. Most was the typical dry goods that would be soon sent out through out the kingdom by caravan. It was the group of crates at the far end with several of his hired swords watching over that he wanted to get to. As they approached on of the men turned and removed the covering off a crate. Inside was several sets of armors bound for the city guard. 

Miric reached inside, sliding his hand under the armors and the burlap cover that they rested on, and removed one of several thin packages. The contents felt loose, like it was sand, but it was something far more deadly. "Remove the product and send it to storage." For such an innocent looking material it would help him conquer a kingdom.