Two Houses, the ancient Renné and Wills, would drown the divided One Kingdom of Ayr in blood to claim a throne long gone. Yet their war, their hatreds, is but a shadow of the war and hate that rises as shades from the strange River Wynnd. For even as two living Heirs long for peace do secrets and sorcery long dead return. Treachery has blossomed and war has come. Yet I strongly suspect that the road to peace runs through lands that appear on no maps of the land between the mountains. A journey that had just begun. Luck to ye Toren, Elise, Michael, and the Fael and Valemen, and pray that the whist and the children of Wyrr do not call your names.
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