From the sun comes life. From the night comes death... In the lands cast in shade.In the night, they come. The only warning is the rustle of grass and the quiver of a shadow. Old stories are riddled with their tales, monsters, beings of death that sing the songs of old. A Weylyn, son of wolves they call them. Their only mission is to pass on the sentence for those that dared travel west over the Whispering Peaks to the old city of Dul Roth and return.And tonight, a Weylyn comes to the town of Delnor. He will stop at nothing to erase all mention of the forbidden city and those that try learn the forgotten songs. For, when a name is drawn, he is bound by it.