Forty years ago, the dwarf-hold of Kaldmund drowned beneath the black waters of the Kaldmere, and the world has called Ulfar Grimsson a coward ever since. Three nights ago his son Eyvind led a crew of treasure-hunters down into the drowned vault. None of them came back. Every door has a trap, and every trap has a price. A classic sword-and-sorcery dungeon crawl.