The little bastard screwed himself up with practice and ended up with a magician at the border. The morals and life are harsh, dying is simply the norm, but the whores are the best in 10 baronies. And so the next young talent would have ruined his career, following in the footsteps of his mentor, if the litter in the brothel had not deprived the apostates in the nearest forest of the fifth they so needed. Yoo-hoo! Long live the practice of apostates! They even wrote it down on the card! It's safer than in a castle! And what brothels do they go to! What kind of things do they wear? If they don’t kill you in the end, then you couldn’t even dream of anything more! Or is it possible? The second episode tells what kind of place it would be worth dreaming about. But what to do when, after the filthy swamps, you find yourself there? With all your arsenal.