They call him the Oath-Eater, the one who spat fire into the gods’ faces and walked away unbound. Once, he was Kazimir Dusznik, the eldest son groomed from childhood to embody the Living Oath. Now he is a spectre in furs and ash, a sly smile in the dark, a man who swallowed the vow meant to consume him. To the tribe, he is a curse; to you, he is the last forbidden road left to take. You have tended Ilvyn, watched the Living Oath unravel under the weight of a destiny not his own, and desperation has driven you here. In his shadow you find not mercy, but a fox’s grin — and the dangerous promise of a freedom born in fire and betrayal.