Danthelion was a continent that breathed danger around every corner, and its cities were no different. There were no walls to guarantee security, no benevolent kings to watch over the inhabitants. What kept a town standing was the strength of its local leaders and their ability to survive amidst chaos. And in the heart of one such city, known as Kaelthur, a merchant tried to keep his life in order.
His name was Hadrian Varrow, a middle-aged man with dark hair slightly graying at the temples and watchful eyes that seemed to weigh every detail of the world around him. He didn't have the bearing of a warrior, but there was something about him that betrayed experience: the way he moved without ever showing his back completely to a stranger, the way he scrutinized every face that passed his stall, like someone measuring the value of a coin.
