Handhardt Shillerstein of Carroburg was once the city’s most successful businessman. His trade-concerns spanned from Marienburg, across the Reikland, and deep into Bretonnia. He was unimaginably rich, courted by the nobility and loved by his employees. However, it was all to come to an end. On his 50th birthday, he hosted a great festival celebrating his life and fortune in Nuln, the capital of the Empire at the time. When asked about the secret to his success, he replied with a wink: “Why, my wit, my intelligence, and, of course, my charm! I would outwit old Handrich Himself if given half a chance.” The next day, his servants found him greatly changed. His eyes were unsure, his hair white, his jaw slack. Although he never talked of what happened, rumours spread that Handrich had indeed gi