What? Introduce yourself? Well, you can introduce yourself. Phatik Jarsi, barbarian from the Jarsi Mountains, hero. Heroic deeds? Fuck you! I haven’t been doing this nonsense for a long time, and even for a big fee you won’t budge me. I am a peaceful merchant in a coastal city: I sell low, buy high, I have accumulated a lot of debts and a lot of problems. But the past doesn't let go. It all started with the fact that the cunning... cunning elves, who bought up the debt notes of my office, left me literally without pants... The purpose of their intrigue was to force me to go with them on a campaign, on which the fate of the enslaved empire depended. And now. .. Uh, excuse me, I have to run: under my arm is an elf, and on my ragged tail are guilds of assassins, magicians, bounty hunters and an imperial death-bringer - a thug and a sorcerer in one bottle. If any of them speak to you, I’ll run there! Oh yes, I also drank the family ax! Victory at any cost?