After lying around for a couple of months, Carnage decides to hide and wait for the onset of autumn in the so-called “freedoms”. Everywhere, in any kingdom in those days, there were enough places where all sorts of rabble flocked, escaping from the executioner’s rope, the fire of the inquisitors, or simply in the hope of finding an employer. Among the “stalkers of fortune,” the basis of existence was considered to be trading in everyday things: other people’s lives, other people’s values, or with their own blades, for those who decide to take the first and second in bulk. Fate gives our hero a good opportunity, as if pushing him towards the road to which he has been walking for many years. Carnage knew that he would certainly meet a squad of dragon slayers here. He waited like a wolf for prey, and waited... The bag of his mother’s ashes was quite enough for him to be willingly accepted into the gang.