It seemed to Ignatius that he had two options; return to Master Lysander without a Master Thesis, or die at the hands of the Mongols. Ignatius knew which option he preferred. So he rushed through the streets to the room he called home, praying that one of those massive stones soaring through the air did not happen to find its way on top of him. He had been prepared for a speedy escape. The alchemical order embedded within Kaifeng had contingencies in place. Ignatius had a small trunk all...