The War Wolves

If you’re good at something, never do it for free. That’s what Ludgar’s uncle taught him.

Sellswording isn’t the most glamorous life, but it pays well if you’re good at it. Interesting as well, if you ignore the very probable possibility of a swift, sticky end at the hands of pointy things.

When the mercenary lifestyle grows incompatible with the Kingdom of Evandis, he and his merry band of misfits set off west to seek those with a better proclivity for warfare and with much deeper pockets.

At his side: a wandering barbarian who teeters on the edge of savagery, a girl who would have a heart of gold if she didn’t pawn it off to the nearest fence, a wannabe knight who is absolutely overcompensating for something, and the last person in the universe who should be anywhere close to magic.

But, as most mercenaries find, the right decisions are quite an expensive luxury, and the wrong ones happen to pay very well.

Then again, what are the value of morals to a hungry wolf?