Carrtog, landless third son of Tsingallik and warrior trained in the use of powder magic, intends on making his way as a mercenary for hire. During his travels he stumbles upon the royal christening of an expansion to Cragmor’s burgeoning railway –– in this case a gift from the King as a sign of goodwill to the conquered north of old. When the gathered populace prove they are not there to be pacified, cloaks sweep back and swords and pistols are drawn. Luckily for Carrtog, charging in could be the best chance of earning a name. But then the trap springs around the royal party and Carrtog realizes his eagerness may well lead to his demise.