It was a beautiful morning in Hemenster. The town was almost completely restored to its former glory after the storm that had occurred only the day before. At the Master's shop, Dancus Frumac had just awoken and was staring out at the village. He watched as townsfolk were hauling up shingles for new rooves, installing new siding, and securing foundations. Dancus, barely able to walk, limped out the door and outside. All the flowers and most of the grass were done in by the storm, but besides that it looked as if nothing had happened. Dancus was squinting into the distance. He saw two figures entering the town. One was wearing armour, with a gecko on his shoulder. The other was wearing a typical town person's clothes, but with a whip in his hand. As they came closer, Dancus suddenly realise