Introduction

Ge-arl saw blured shaped. He did not know how long he had been lying
under the warrior rock. His legs felt weak. He knew that his trail would
come soon. He had waited long already. It had been a tradition in his
family to wait for trail at the warrior rock, while other families faced trails
at the merchant or artisan rocks, within his family ran a proud tradition of
warriors. He only hoped he would face whatever challenge came with a
character which would earn him respect enough to give him a chance at
work outside of the familial estates.