Publisher's blurb: Winds howl throughout the high hills as rabbits dart in and out of the burrows they’ve dug in the tough ground. A small creek meanders it’s way down the hilly lands creating small ponds where goats come to drink before reaching the lowland forests and connecting to a larger lake system. The rocky ground makes for rough travel, however the roads have their own dangers, for the dirt trade road before you contains the blood of those recently killed… Dozens of guards bodies lie before you, mutilated around an empty broken cart, it’s cargo long gone.