The days passed, and the newfound, peculiar family from the vale, Elves of the town, And Brays of the forest, tightened their newfound bond. Yet, unbeknownst to them, a threat was quietly drawing near. A group of armed men was making its way toward the valley, traveling along seldom-used paths. This time, however, it wasn’t a ragtag band of opportunistic cutthroats marked by a shared gang symbol. These men were better equipped, more disciplined—and they were led by someone with a rather... peculiar reputation.

Officially, he was known as Randall Mistborough, a disgraced noble from a wealthy duchy in the western reaches of the continent. But among those who whispered his name in fear or awe, he was called something else.

Lord Howler.