A stranger arrives at the gates of the kingdom. This is Arnau, a well-mannered man with a mysterious background. He is of medium height, stocky, with a well-combed beard, piercing blue eyes, wearing clothes that look a little too expensive for a traveler—dark purple-black trousers and a lightweight vest that glints in the sunlight.
They speak of him as if he is a legend, whispering of his involvement with cards and dice, of his making and losing a fortune in the blink of an eye. Some speak of him as a charming rogue, while others as a fraud who is no less than his station as a gentleman. Whatever the reality, Arnau exudes a confidence that speaks as if he is one to whom luck is more important than his weapon.
Now, far removed from the coasts that once resonated with his name, he is in the process of searching for a new beginning—or perhaps only the next great adventure.
