I am aaargh. Let’s get acquainted. I’m sitting in Truvor’s tavern at the table, quiet and peaceful, doing nothing and not misbehaving (unless I’m fixing the spirit stove!). I’m reading a book.
And then, of course, I get accosted: sword-waving, loud cursing—some capital-city nobody posing as a count…
The outcome is predictable: I beat everyone, get a new job, and then climb into the fire right after the employer.
Grrr! Do you feel the full set of fantasy clichés? And then, of course, dwarves and elves will crawl in too, and the Secret Police of the Empire, and forest evil spirits, and the ugliest mercenary woman, and witch smuggling—endless secrets, and… But let’s take it in order. So: I am aaargh… Got it? Let’s continue…