What a calamity! I sat down to rest—and ended up in a brothel. Yes, an elf, and what of it? I’m on the run, anything happens. On the contrary, it’s good in a brothel—no one will find you. The main thing is to hold on and not… Too late—I already got mixed up. I got tangled straight into adventure—and into the guardian of the governor. And what a hopeful nickname he has—Lord Deadman! If only he were at least a normal elf, like in a nice fairy tale—but even here there’s one catch…