Once upon a time there lived a blacksmith, a miller and a herbalist. They lived and didn’t bother anyone. And then a magic sword fell on their heads. And wrap everything up... No, of course, everything will be wrong. But as? But how do I know? Let's go on the journey together.

One's own blood is perhaps the best thing that a master can give to his brainchild.

The handbrake sang subtly again, the hammer struck loudly again. Shut up, night birds and animals in the forest outside the forge door. Don't lie, village dogs. And you people are sleeping. While Fard is forging Fardgrir.