They had been hunted into near extinction.
Knights and mercenaries, killers and soldiers of all sizes and shapes.
All looking to add the boast of 'dragonslayer' to their names.
Those that remained scattered far and wide, to the four corners.
Living underground, snatching transients off the street.
Connor melted his treasure, reshaped it into jewelry for his Abby.
He had his own house, not a pit in the sewers.
But someone had killed Azhdeha, his cousin.
They were being targeted once more.
Connor was going to find them.
And he was going to have their retribution in fire and blood.
