Rain fell in fine, cold sheets over the Taemric Marshes as Fearghal Wallace stood upon a rocky rise, his cloak plastered tight to his broad shoulders and his breath steaming in the grey dawn light. Born to a proud clan of the Taemric Marches, Fearghal was a striking figure—tall, lean, and grimly determined, his face painted with swirling black and grey patterns both to disguise his identity and to strike fear into his foes. Around him danced the banners of dozens of clans: wolf emblems on brooch