That look in your eye... I recognise it. A survivor, just like Einhar.

That is my name, exile. Einhar. In my native tongue it means 'lone fighter'. That is what Einhar was for many years.

But it is dangerous now to fight alone. Too dangerous, even for the mighty Einhar. We are in the final days of this world, exile. Of that, I am sure.

The animals in this land are sick. Sick in the body and sick in the mind. I have never seen such a sickness before. Only one thing can be done. We survivors must prepare for the end, and delay its arrival as long as we can.

For that we will need supplies. Weapons. Shelter. Food. This is where you come in.

That look in your eye... I recognise it. A survivor, just like Einhar. That is my name, exile. Einhar. In my native tongue it means 'lone fighter'. That is what Einhar was for many years. But it is dangerous now to fight alone. Too dangerous, even for the mighty Einhar. We are in the final days of this world, exile. Of that, I am sure. The animals in this land are sick. Sick in the body and sick in the mind. I have never seen such a sickness before. Only one thing can be done. We survivors must prepare for the end, and delay its arrival as long as we can. For that we will need supplies. Weapons. Shelter. Food. This is where you come in.