For many, many years Dahar slept. A large, prosperous city grew in its caldera, and it itself acquired a crown from the fortress wall, which protected its inhabitants from evil neighbors. The pickaxes were knocking in the mines, the king was getting rich. The magicians plotted intrigues against each other, and in the taverns beer flowed like a river and the merchants’ shops were bursting with all kinds of goods from foreign merchants. Everyone wanted to come here, everyone wanted to touch the great wealth. However, in the sweet bliss of endless prosperity, no one noticed a small, completely insignificant trifle. Dahar woke up.