"You know, as a boy my pa told me something very important. "Son," he would say, after emptying a mug of beer. "Your one ugly bastard, but you got something that most men don't seem to have. You have the ability to plan ahead, to be three steps ahead everyone else. If you were a king, then everyone would kneel before your shiny, golden boots and lick the dirt from them. But that won't happen, seeing how you are the son of a failure of a merchant. But even a lowly boy like you can swing a sword or aim a pistol, and there is never a shortage of wars. So do something useful and become a mercenary," and that was what I became, a mercenary, a sellsword, a soldier of fortune, a dog of war. I knew that I wasn't only ugly, but quite out of shape, if we should put it lightly. I made myself a small fortune in my home town, fooling travelers and foreign merchants through cheating in card games, bribing boxers to forfeit so that my bet could win and so on. When I had enough money, I took off for the big cities and recruited some petty mercenaries and formed a new company, the terror wolves. The name was to make us seem less threatening, so that whoever we were sent to beat up would drop their guards. Ten years later, I would disband the group with a fortune.

The years came and went, and I turned from an ugly, fat little boy into a kind-of-decent looking man, a man that had his pockets filled with coins, living in a nice estate in Bruckenburg, got more connections in the mercenary world then any other living man, a nice wife with two children and a belly filled with foreign food. I thought that everything was well and good, that I would be happy like that. But somehow, I missed my old life. I knew that I still could do so much more in the mercenary world, so that's why I decided to once again start a new company, a better company. Instead of hiring small timers, I would hire people with rumors, men and women that the peasants have heard about before. You are the first one that I'm hiring for this company, Jacob, and my first assignment to you is to get more people, and I know where you should go. Go to Donia, the capital of the Donian Duchy. Don't be fooled by the pretty name, it's a haven for scums. In other worlds, also a haven for mercenaries that is looking for a easy assignment. If people ask you who your contractor is, tell them that it was me, Monty Montgomery of Bruckenburg sent you. That should attract them like flies."