"In lands and times long since relegated to fairy tales and myths, life was simple; ruled by a single code - the code of honour. Held above all else, a man placed his honour over friends, family, home and hearth. A man without honour was no man at all.
Yet the code was not always clear on what made a man honourable. One could be a thief and still have honour so long as he did not steal from his kinsman. One could murder, rape and plunder, as long as it was done in the name of god, king or country. The rules guiding honour were, needless to say, varied and grey.
Yet some rules were clear and unquestionable. A man was permitted to sleep with another man's wife, so long as he was not caught. If he was, the husband was permitted to kill the lover. If he could. If not, the lover was permitted to kill him and take his wife.
An oath taken was one kept until death.
Most importantly, anything that did not look like a man or a recognizable animal, was a dragon, monster or a demon, and was to be killed on sight. Successfully killing one of these beasts relegated a man to the status of hero. Killing three or more automatically made you a legend and epic poems would tell of your deeds for centuries to come.
Befriending one was beyond the realm of possibility and attempting it made you insane, or worse, a witch.
Witches, of course, were to be killed on sight.
There is only one law that supersedes that of a man's honour, and not for any other reasons than that an honourable man is too scared to say otherwise.
This is the Law of a Woman."