“It was a sunny day of May when a young and fit Herimash mercenary strolled into the town of Erendorf, catching the attention of several citizens. Unlike most of his kind or profession, the newcommer was well spoken, dressed fancy and had a well-kempt and shiny fur coat. In less than a week more than one human maiden had fallen for his silvery tongue and gallantry, eager to explore uncharted territories.  
But alas, one such maiden was betrothed to Sir Fredrik von Hildeburg, a local nobleman well known for his pride and his fiery temperament. “How could this lowly beast defile my future wife?”, he yelled, while challenging the Herimash to a duel of honour.
 
As it turns out, challenging to a duel a battle-hardened mercenary can be a mistake, no matter which species he belongs to. It is an even greater mistake if said mercenary couldn’t care less about honour.”