Oh, these bastards! Wherever they go, they will disrupt all orders, turn them upside down and rebuild them to suit themselves. Otherwise there is no life for them. This was such a normal world of Oskh: magicians cast spells in it, elves shot arrows, courtiers intrigued, dwarves, of course, drank, robbers went on rampages, and evil spirits and undead quietly lived their nightmarish lives. Beauty! But as soon as our fellow countryman appeared - and off we went! At first he had a very difficult time there, so he had to forget his name and learn to respond to the offensive nickname Swallow. But then... And after all, I wanted the best. And it worked out, you know how. Only even more interesting. After all, it’s very good to have not only a head on your shoulders, but also muscles - no matter what anyone says, and brute physical strength is a very powerful argument in any dispute...