Duncan often talked to himself. He was the only soul for many a mile, and so there was little to worry regarding someone untoward overhearing him. For many years he had shunned the outside world, as far as he was concerned, they could all go and kill one another with their petty little problems. Until an unexpected visitor came to his door, this elf demanded he act as her escort to his king. The refusal was there, until a threat greater than any Duncan had faced in his years of service as a mercenary destroyed all that he had built. And so with the others gathered together by the solitary...