Life goes on, and it’s not enough to come to a new place, you also need to make sure that it becomes yours. It is necessary to ensure the survival of the Clan, but unpleasant neighbors are discovered, and the land is not at all as deserted as it was imagined before. “They don’t shoot enough,” the Reader declares with suspicion. “And then, again, orcs, gnomes, werewolves... adventures! — the Author mutters maliciously, diligently tapping on the keyboard. “And they will certainly blow things up and fire machine guns.” If it doesn’t seem like enough, I’ll put in howitzers.