Among the dust of a long dead war torn world, faded away by 300 years of ware, two lone travelers ride in silence as their iron mule pulls them without a care. The Trader has driven this route for years yet a sense of unease brings him to speak, for his companion wilts at every word he has spoken to her. He has traveled these roads and never has he met anyone who claims to be a bodyguard or carry two hand cannons that could blow a hole through heavily armored wagons with a single shot. It's a strange world, and one where the past doesn't know when to die.