It is true what they say: there would have been no happiness, but misfortune helped. If the vile duergar had not stolen the sacred Vial of Life from the dwarf miners from the Goldheim clan, would Vesper have been able to assemble such a noble squad, ready for exploits and adventures? No, of course not. He would sit, sip his ale, sharpen his ax and retell old parables and fairy tales, which he was so fond of. And then, willy-nilly, I had to go to restore the clan’s honor, and look for comrades-in-arms along the way. At first, they didn’t seem like much to him: an elf who looked more like a human than a Firstborn, a cleric whose military bearing would not have been seen only by a blind man, a girl magician who relied more on her dexterity than on her magical abilities... But how it happened, it happened that way. And they set off together through the caves and underground labyrinths of Eitan, towards dangers, towards a completely different life...