Orvann was a Kraken master, but the years broke him. From now on, he drowned his past in alcohol. Every evening, he lit the fire. Until that cursed night. The wine was too strong, or traficated. He sled down, and three ships crashed on the reefs. Accused, thrown into a cell, he understood that this shipwreck was not an accident. Someone wanted these ships at the bottom of the water... and he was a scapegoat. But Orvann was not always a guard. He knows how to hunt down, he knows how to kill. He has no honour or home, but he has a certainty: someone trapped him. And this person will regret it.