The great White Osprey of Orin and the Red Wolf of Mazar are at war.
They have been for years, each believing the other to be a dissenter from the natural order of things, each proclaiming itself the sovereign and the other the slave.
This is your reality. You are front line soldiers of Orin, and you have witnessed the carnage and the horror of war. Everything and everyone telling you that it is right, and just, and to simply carry on, to bring glory to King and Nation.
Could it be that, despite all the accusations, squabbling and bloodshed, no one has the right of it at all?