What? Yes, there's a storm brewing. Do you see the boil on the waves? The wind is getting stronger. Hold on to the shrouds! It seems that we have already met. I am Fatik Jarsi, barbarian, former hero for hire, former merchant, former bankrupt and former bachelor. I was almost finished off, but a woman with pointy ears pulled me out of the other world. The Alliance detachment continues its campaign under my leadership. With us is the heir to the Empire, the last hope for victory and, damn it, the elves! Oh, and little things: my elves are sick of the seas, and the captain of the ship intends to kill half of my squad, but this is only if the ship does not fall apart from the storm. Good prospects, right?