You play the game as Cleril, a bard who has been asked to help the economy of the isle of Haven. The mayor actually requested Cleril's help to stimulate the slouching economy. Cleril is fairly known within the world as a genuine bard of his own class. Although many claim his work as crude and unusual, most find it enthralling and sometimes overly effective.

While helping the town is Cleril's motive, he is bound to be distracted,� without a doubt. After all, Haven has its cast of characters and dark history. But then it also has its pleasure and gleeful laughter about as well, or that could just be the drunken fools in the lowly pub. Perhaps even the graveyard is alive with dead or the Jester is showing much more than some cheap parlor trick...

Haven, is like a spring day in winter...as Cleril has told me once before. But his story has yet to be told.

Haven, the name doesn't live up to its location. The first site I saw after arriving was the graveyard. The shrill tone of the wind brought a sad melody to my ears. I see a child here, why would such a thing be there? Children belong with tedious innocence and cursed joyfulness.

Then I found the local bar, full of poison. I never had a taste for liquor, it does nobody good. The owner seemed interesting to say the least, with his flicking tongue spouting sarcasm left and right. When I left, the smell stayed.

I arrived at the castle soon enough. A statue of a dragon imposed its splendor drinking from the water below. The guard laid nicely in the scenery of green grass. The dog reminded me of myself. What I saw inside was sadly nothing more than man made posh architecture.

And yet, still I did not see everything in Haven. I wonder when I will.