Once upon a time, in a village far, far away (most fairy tales begin that way) there was a young boy. Arthur, actually. His father was an exceptionally sick drunkard and a perpetual gambler. After a serious blunder with a cloaked adversary, a flagon, and a pair of dice, the boy was sent to live with a man of riches and humiliating arrogance. A rather plump one, too, though not exceptionally sweet. The boy was traded off as a mere servant. This displeased him. Naturally, he tried to get himself out of his predicament. He tried in vain, though, until one odd happening. And thus our story begins...