Larger than most men, but still naive about the world and its complexities, an eighteen-year-old Conan is offered a job by the palace. A family heirloom, the Amulet of Nakamar, has been stolen. They need a thief to retrieve it. On his mission Conan is attacked by guards, thieves and other saboteurs. Why is everyone after this amulet? And why does he feel like he’s been set up?