Said to have once belonged to the frost giants of a faraway land, the Truthsayer's robe is his cloak of office. Divination is never done without it. But when the seer's robe is stolen from his mountain alcove by brutal trespassers, Dalin, his young apprentice, must attempt to track it down. For without the robe there can be no Truthsayer. And there has never not been a Truthsayer, not in the long years since Kondanit first came down from the skies, delivered by the gods to divine truth from lie amongst the Ice tribes of Tura-kem. Or perhaps that time is coming to an end.