It seems that this time the contract is very easy: to deliver a message from one kingdom to another, bypassing a third along the way. And the payment is more than decent. Only Darius Dorvan isn’t really in the mood for it—he has no heart for it, a mercenary’s band’s hooligan (gore… no, rather “hornorta” / “gonorta” is unclear). But there’s no way to refuse either. So—off you go! And don’t ignore the stern war god Maroh and the beautiful goddess of luck Liona: as it turns out, all hope is only in you!