An Irreverent Comedy for Those No Law Can Tame Rusk Baernham is no hero. Nor is he a wizard, rogue, cleric, or barbarian. On The Continent, the time of legends ended a generation ago. This is the age of Capital, propelled not by swords and sorcery, but by the wheels and gears and steaming engines of the great machine of Progress. Those who might once have become the dungeon crawlers or princess rescuers of yesteryear must adapt to this new world or be destroyed-probably by their own madness. Rusk is a "litigation support analyst." Even he doesn't know what that means, exactly, except that he's pretty sure he spends his days working for The System, efficiently fleecing the poor to clothe the rich. One day-which starts off just like the thousands before it-he is given the task of firing old Odiah Scarm, a twenty-year veteran of the company. When Scarm lights himself on fire to prove a point, Rusk's real problems begin...* *inconsiderate bosses, brushes with the Watch, lack-of-girl troubles, assassins with a Rusk fetish, existential malaise, and much more! Served with sarcasm and a side of feels.