"...We began with James Andellis and frigid Chazzrynn, my son, so that takes us to Harlaheim, in the year of 345. Ah yes, the kingdom of the crown and rose, treacherous old beauty. Very well, let me tell you more of Shinayne T'Sarrin then, for this is her story. Harlaheim was cold and wet from late winter rains. Enemies seemed to be all around, but not often found. The shadows were deep and long from the high rooftops of the decadent city at night,...