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You are the peacekeeper between the living and undying. This is what Keir was told when he first gripped a sword, but the oaths of his order have long since been trodden into the mud, and his sword now cuts down the undying as pests. Now, the coin proffered by the noble hand of the Ateian Principality calls him to bend his knee to a task spurned by many: to hunt the would-be-assassin of Ateiatos. The rider of the Dregs, an omen of death and war, is to fall beneath Keir's sword.