In the northernmost icefield town of the kingdom, retired knight Kaiden runs a shabby tavern. During the day, he poured ale for the lumberjacks and listened to the miners brag. At night, he polished a non-reflective dagger and waited for the "guests" who should not appear at the border. Until one snowy night, three men in black robes pushed the door in and left a faded royal coat of arms on the table.
