Seven of Blades
The battle is over and all that’s left is in disarray. Weakened and defeated, what’s left is to pick up the pieces and grab up the spoils left behind.
A thief in the night, sneaking in and grabbing up what’s there to take. No matter whose it is, slipping off into the cover of darkness with as much as can be carried.
A reminder to be guarded, vigilant. What is yours is not always so secure as it may seem, so keep watch and guard it carefully. Who might want to take what you have?