The only thing worse than diplomacy is... high diplomacy! As soon as I managed to establish my life in a new place, the elves arrived. And gnomes. And of course, on my head. And everyone needs something from me. For some, loyalty and denunciations, written in the smooth handwriting of a failed lawyer. For some - moral support and reliable rear support, so that they can run from the Pope-Vladyka and hide from their brides. And for some - my whole person with its advantages, disadvantages, three volumes of a marriage contract and a hammer included. And now how to deal with all this?