You stumble through the Lands of the Old Faith, those of the Bishop Leshy. Your cheeks are cut from the branches whipping against your face when you fled from the cultists of Leshy. You look behind you, hoping not to be caught. Your foot catches on a stone and you fall onto a hard stone floor. You push yourself up, confused by the sudden change in landscape.

You look up and see an odd, duck-like creature. He wears a yellow feather cloak, with swords sticking out of his back. He holds a hammer in one hand, and a glowing, half made sword in the other. He looks down at you, turns, and places the red hot metal in a bucket of water. "Ahh...hullo there, stranger. What brings you to my forge?"