You live quietly in your own world, study at a culinary college—and then, bam, a ferocious black wolf leaps down the cliff with you! And hello, dear little gnome aunt, a tavern where they cook terribly, and the trail of wet rag on your back! For what? Because you cooked a tasty borscht? That’s it! I’m done! I need to run before they sell me to a rich gnome as a cook. And a dragon flying by will help me with that. How won’t that help? We’ll make it help!