What do a junior healer and a Master of the Dark Arts have in common? That's right: a stack of unfilled forms and a ton of mutual hostility. This was the case until I made three mistakes. And now we have something else “in common”. One tattoo for two, which does not allow us to move further than a few meters from each other. And its effect is getting stronger every day. This way I will have to move into the lair of the gloomy Ser Rice! There is a plus: the master will not recognize me. And the downside: I remember him very well...