Desperation and idiocy masked as the pursuit of gold and glory. That’s how every fool ended up at the hamlet, bounties aplenty and more treasure then you could carry, if you could endure the horrors in the forest, nightmares in the cove, and the monsters underground. Every direction was cursed lands, but the master was keen on restoring his estate no matter what inhabited it now. And thus explained your story what you were promised and why you sulked in these bleak lands with highway men, zealots, mercenaries, and soldiers. The stagecoach that brought a steady supply of fodder had an unusual sight, a girl small in frame, thick brown hair hiding a gruesome burn, and eyes that lacked something.