A lone DeathEater has forsaken his clan. Leaving behind his previous life, Skharr starts building a future next to a dangerous forest in an unknown land. He tells himself it is better than taking gold for questionable reasons.
A lone old man travelling with a donkey offers him a choice: Continue this farm life, or trade him Skharr's just finished home and tilled land for a map.
A map that Skharr can use to live large for years...if he survives.
The old peddler watches him.
Realizing the intelligence, the polished actions of the huge man is but an act. A carefully orchestrated semblance of civility, and shudders.
Of all the Barbarian hordes, the rumor was to never ever upset a DeathEater.
And he had come here to unleash this particular DeathEater back into the world.