From the introduction: The night streets of Emystrell are as silent as a graveyard and with half of one’s grisly charm. A creeping fog slithers between the lonely homes adding to the sense of isolation to those who tremble with fear inside. A warm light bobbing through the impenetrable darkness is held aloft by a pair of nervous guards who keep their eyes peeled for any danger that might lurk in the deeping shadows. The tallest of the two guards holds onto her shortsword to try and keep from nervously shaking. Whenever she is afraid, her voice drops an octave to cover her nerves.