Yaddo Moon, the budding young troubadour, has so far made a living by singing the praises of Haqlum the Bounty in both temples and taverns alike. Many nights the people of the misty lake-town of Savujärvi bounced on mirthful song. The night he left, Yaddo had them singing in the streets. They were still singing when, hooded, he slipped off on the dark road, searching for something new. He was still humming when they hit him from behind a copse of trees.

From that point, Yaddo has survived a blood maze, traversed a dungeon he had no business entering, and looks forward to future antics.