I graduated from the Academy of Chroniclers only six months ago and now work as a laborer in a tavern. The White Raven brought a letter with instructions. Why me?! It is impossible for a Cavasar to cope with this alone! No, not reconnaissance, not sabotage, not escort, and not even murder, which only the Leinuses do. There must be an explanation for all this. And I will get to the answers before I die or go crazy. I thought so. And then I lost my ear. And then the eyes. Then hands. Sanity? Time? But there is one thing you cannot take away from me...