Journey with me, daring reader, as I recount the saga of Dorothane Reykrbarn, who was called Daughter of the Rainbow Serpent, Dorothy Witchkiller, or more widely Dorothy Fairhair, by the people of the Ozwims as they call themselves in the tongue of that land. A tale whispered to me in a hearth lit bedchamber and related to this scribe as faithfully as mortal memory not dulled by age or strong ale can be trusted. Take heed and all due caution while reading this recitation of her days in the Ozwim, for this is not the wistful legend of pitiful planters intended to sooth the dreams of their filthy-faced children with visions of friendly dwarf men and kindly wizards