The Inquisitor

Two years have passed since the horrors of Holbonne saw Yarmian Eventyde take ship to Narrespoint.
Two years, since the young Wizzen took himself into the wilds, found an abandoned shack, and made it his own.
For two years, Yarmian has struggled with his conscience, practiced his skills, and as best he could, kept himself apart from the world of Men; and especially from those in the nearby fishing village, an odd little place called Bayham.
Still, as Arric of Turretmor famously declared, troubles come to Yarmian like flies to s***e, and so it's no surprise when old enemies, and new ones, come a-calling.
Nor is it any surprise when Yarmian Eventyde elects to do the right thing, much to the astonishment of those who dare to impose upon his peace...