Nearly two years of war had kept Gwayne at risk of losing his life. He’d seen men turned to ash, put each other to the sword, and abandon their oaths and honor. Had it changed him? He wasn’t certain.

The uneasy end to the war had left the realm in shambles. Families broken, lands destroyed.

Oldtown, by whatever miracle, was thankfully untouched by the war.

Gwayne’s father, sister, nephews and nieces were all dead. But at least he had a home, and life to go back to. If he even could. A war so volatile made it hard to go back to whatever was once normal.