This is not a fantasy of kings and gods and princes. This is a story of the ones festering in their shadows that cast long over the world. Shadows that seeks to animate, and emerge from a realm of darkness. From every folly of a man, manifests an entity incarnate. From every light, a consequence to be had.
Wolf, a man from the Fields of Averan, goes out of his familiar terrain into the snowy barrens of Durnam. Wren, a bard who lost his voice to a stutter, joins him in a mission to deliver a barrel through the sierras. Hulking bandits and blood-thirsty creatures turn this routine delivery into a hellish endeavor.
But there is more than flesh that creep the mountains. Entities that don't abide to the sharpness of a blade, or the fatigue of men. No, these wraiths stalk, looking for their heralds to beckon their forthcoming. And Wolf and Wren are the ones chosen to flare their dreadful call.