Life was pretty quiet as a local teacher and librarian. He taught the kids as long as the parents would let him..and genuinely enjoyed it. He quietly but persistently suggested books to neighbors, wanting to broaden their horizon. He was comfortable...until that night.

He came home from a long day of work to a murdered wife. Somethig snapped in him. He ran directly to the captain of the guard sobbing and yelling with rage. It was 2 hours until he calmed down enough to make some type of sense.

The next month brought relived agony and practically no rest. He worked incessantly with the authorities, as incoimpetent as he found them to be, to find the murderer. Finally he struck out on his own. When he finally tracked down the killer, a drunkard asleep and prone in a back alleyway , it took everything he had to drag the blubbering fool to the authorities...and not kill him with his own book-soft hands.

The good deed delivered no respite. With nothing to tie him down and a broken faith in justice, Waer is looking for...something, but he's not quite sure what it is. He truly wants to find it...