Prologue
A young man walks through a forest, occasionally looking up for signs of life. Overhead, the sun is shining, the sky is blue and everything seems right with the world. A ginormous shadow crosses the path where the man is walking. He looks up, straight into the round face of a giant woman.
She stares down at him, surprised by his size. "Who're you and what are you doing in my garden?" she asks, as quietly as she can.
The man, frightened by what he saw, runs off the way he came. Upon entering a village comprised mostly of mud huts with thatched roofs, he heads straight to the pub. There, he goes to a man who is slightly older than himself, sitting by the fire. The older man looks up from his mug of beer at the footsteps of the messenger. "Sir Jack, there's been a sighting."
"It is as I feared than. Thank you, Tarran," Jack says solemnly, "It is time to avenge my wife's death." A cold look enters Jack's eyes as he reaches towards the cloak and sword next to him and disappears into the night.