Tsem''''s parents had spoken of the southern frontier with more spark than they''''d shown in a lifetime spent in the village. They''''d spoken of blue sap pouring from trees, of marvelous ruins, of beasts more divine than even the emperor. More than anything though, they spoke of hope and opportunity. The hope to leave behind the great clans of their home. The opportunity to grow into something more than just peasants, perhaps to even someday become cultivators, to hold some small power in themselves. What they hadn''''t spoken of were the demonic beasts. The beasts that tore them out of his world forever, that had sent him into the wilderness with nothing but the clothes on his back. Hope, opportunity, or death. Those are the offerings of the frontier. Tsem''''s life is his own to hold onto: to grow or let slip through his fingers.