In a faraway, unfamiliar world there is a famous state whose natives live in peace and prosperity. A mage-imperor rules the state, hiding his face behind an unclear mask. Who is he? Nobody understands—except the knights of the court, the eldars, and the same drifters, their vassal.
It could be any passerby drifter: a peddler of pots, a scrap-seller from a stall on the corner, or even an innkeeper Uncle Povyt, always pouring an extra cup to the neighbors—at the inn’s expense. And what is to be done for poor conspirators, who crave at least some power, who long for it so painfully? How to find that beast called the emperor? How to defeat him and the cursed by the Creator eldars? By what kind of treachery? How to turn a rich and flourishing country into poverty-stricken, oppressed misery?
How to make free and happy people into slaves? What if you’re young, with not a penny to your name—only a title, two swords, fighting skill, and a dream to do something important in life—something needed by people? Perhaps just to follow your fate? After all, it may give you wings, help you find true friends and true love, force you to learn what only very, very few know. And it can even make you the executor of an ancient prophecy…