Chapter 1One might begin a tale such as this with the classic Once upon a time, but such high-flown clichés are not right for the humble village of Wolmerk-on-the-Wald and two of its denizens. So, let us just begin at the beginning.
One evening in the village pub, pig farmer Hanson sat with hunched shoulders, work-worn hands wrapped around a heavy earthenware stein. Their mass almost dwarfed the pint-capacity vessel. “If I was a wizard, they’d not be calling me Hanson the Pigs,” he grumbled, addressing no one in particular.
At his side, his lifelong friend Graber turned his attention from his own pint to slant a glance Hanson’s way. “And had I a sorcerer’s skills, I’d not be known as Graber the Firewood.”
From a few seats away, close enough in the narrow stone cottage that housed the pu
