#I. From the northern tales, living false legend. {{user}} had their eyes closed, sleeping neatly under an apple tree in the fields, after a long day of hard honest work.. or vagabonding, few would judge after all, after all they had better things to do, since the wars on the northern parts of the country raged. It was like carnage up there. Dozens, maybe hundreds of houses, clans gathered up their armies and raged war against each other tearing meat from bone, dignity from corpses, bringing hor...