A remote, snowbound land—and I’m the caretaker in it. I handle various matters with my spirits and my peasants. For decades there’s been calm… though sooner or later it all comes crashing down from everywhere. Right now I need to find an heir to defend my lands from those who are encroaching on them. But when should I watch over the remaining wards? And how can I even find him, when the leshiy might, at any moment, go after my water-wards with their hands raised, and the rest of my wards are also willful. And there are witches and restless youths—they keep trying to run away from the land. So I have to spin like a squirrel in a wheel and change my forms almost on the fly. And everything requires money—my cash-boxes are itching to be opened, but жаба squeezes my soul—so I have to look for alternatives. There are many tasks, and they’re not simple, but I’ll manage. I’m sure I’ve been through far worse scrapes…