gunnar

"I'm looking for a Mercenary. Big fellow named Gunnar, lots of tattoos, carries an axe..." Maude didn't think there would be a large population of men that would fit the description, but she was either asking the wrong people or the city was much larger than she thought. "I know 'im," said a...

At least that was what the clues kept telling her. She'd been on the road for nearly three months now, traversing from the fishing village at the far north and down along the spine through the burnt town of Knottington. From there it was near far as south goes until she hit the impenetrable...