Clay Trust has retired from a life of fighting monsters and discovering lost magics after a battle goes bad and he ends up permanently injured. That is not the end of his story though far from it. He plans to find a small town and settle down as a Spellwright casting wards against rats, finding lost cows, maybe the odd minor enchantment, and if he can help it the closest thing to a fight he will have to get into is scaring foxes away from chicken coops with some flashy cantrips. He has found that chance in the small town of Pattson and he doesn't plan to leave it any time soon.