Forget George & the Dragon Forget Sir Lancelot & tales of Knightly exploits This is dirty bloody work This is violent visceral action This is a mercenary knight as you've never seen one before Twenty eight florins a month is a huge price to pay for a man to stand between you & the Wild Twenty eight florins a month is nowhere near enough when a wyvern's jaws snap shut on your helmet in the hot stink of battle & the beast starts to rip the head from your shoulders But if standing & fighting is hard leading a company of men
- or worse a company of mercenaries
- against the smart deadly creatures of the Wild is even harder It takes all the advantages of birth training & the luck of the devil to do it The Red Knight has all three he has youth on his side & he's determined to turn a profit So when he hires his company out to protect an Abbess & her nunnery it's just another job The abbey is rich the nuns are pretty & the monster preying on them is nothing he can't deal with Only it's not just a job It's going to be a war