The only thing keeping the Nameless Dwarf from once more becoming the Ravine Butcher is a helm made from the sorcerous ore, ocras, which he can never remove. Without the helm, he would succumb to the power of the black axe that caused the slaughter at Arx Gravis. After a year of fighting in other people's wars, Nameless receives a visit from one of the underworld tricksters--a faen--who tells him the day he has long waited for has arrived:...