Tadloton is a town in which the governance was sour and the people simple. It had no real relevance to the rest of the kingdom, it was just a place far from all other places. It was a place that people went to meet a simple end. To live the rest of their days in a monotonous, autonomous routine, working by day, drinking by night, and repeating the process until death came to their door. What would compel a man to risk his life for such a place?