I'm trying something new.

And I'm not entirely sure if I like it or not

But, well, I've got to try, so have the description

First part might be up tonight under the title of this part

So, yeah, have this

Ivanoff, the, petty criminal, veteran of the Moran wars, who spends most of his time to drunk to remember his last thought

Yasmine, his daughter, there the illegitimate child of a princess, brutal, cold, and very near evil

Kristoff, the orphan, not knowing how he wound up with these two, and yet fitting in well enough, always distrusting, always on guard, no room for mercy.

The basement of an abandoned building, where the only furniture is a trio of straw sacks, a pair of stools, and an old, rickety table.

These are not heroes. These are not saviors. They are not good.

But something does shine through.

Something almost buried under hostility, under glares and curses.

Something one cannot see unless they observe, closely and carefully.

These are not heroes.

But they are not yet villains.

They have time.

They have each other.

They have a chance.