Mirya and her uncle are urbane outcasts, adventurers-for-hire on the fringes of civilization. She would really like to get back to the civilization. The Hungry Knight's job for them just might be their ticket home. But in a village pocked with ancient wells and secrets alike, plagued by a llama-mutilating skeletal monster and the ever-looming threat of royal conquest, can they unravel the mysteries before their own situation unravels around them? And can Mirya trust this strange wide-eyed rag witch who's been following her around lately? [CW: References to bigotry of all stripes, some fairly serious injuries, violence. This story is tagged with "romance", but as of right now, I have not firmly decided if the love story ends happy or bittersweet.]