Two old men, past their prime, wiling away their later years inside their towers. Surrounded by mute stone, they exchange letters, steward to steward. The usual. Treasury troubles, novel joint pains, the youth these days, how things just aren't how they used to be.
Years pass, until one day another old man, or so he seems, arrives. Cloaked all in white, with a beard long as the towers are tall, he speaks of times gone by, and visions yet to be. His sage words stir memories of glories long gone and recalls the legacies that remain. This mysterious wise man shares deep wells of knowledge, known to few in these latter days.
Perhaps, the old men think, it is not too late for a final foray. Are their limbs so wasted, their wills so withered that they cannot yet take up the banner of the men of the West?
And so begins A Tale of Two Stewards...