They are Rashmeri. People of Ash. Selected from thousands, powerless slaves of the church, which took possession of their souls and bodies. Consumable material that has been driven for centuries to the lands of Kraymor, where most of the chosen ones find death in the first years, and those who survive until the end of their days cannot break the invisible thread that tightly ties them to the Far South. This batch of newcomers was unlucky from the start. The Church is stingy and manages to make a profit even when transporting its prey, and this time the economy led to the death of the living cargo. The lucky few who were lucky enough to escape from the hold fell into the power of the great cycle of salty waters, and it will inevitably throw a wooden shell onto the stones of Crymore. But it is not a fact that we will be able to survive until this moment, because under the deck boards are hidden those whom the ashes treated much more mercilessly. There are many of them, they are strong and hungry, but the boards, alas, will not last long...