(Fire and Gallows takes place in the world of Lon-Gar, which translated from Mage tongue to English means Iron Wall. The Third Empire is at war with Geth (English: Death), a country full of sentient undead. The closest town to the front owned by the Empire is Wind-Lore, and it is the army's staging area. Any fantasy race is cool, and you can make your own.) Harrow sighed adjusted the bandages around his mouth. He hated them, but they were necessary to keep his decaying flesh together. He looked around at the oblivious bar patrons, none of whom knew he was an undead. The wonder of spells was that you could become a new person if you worked them properly. A glamor to change appearance, another to hide your scent, and then an illusion to change your voice. Of course Harrow only used two of these, and with an expertise that required years of practice. Practice that he had acquired to make others comfortable around him.