In a past life his name was Arthur, and he was the same as many of us. A little bit of a cynic, a little bit of a romantic, and at almost thirty, he still hasn’t sorted out his desires. I dreamed of a life full of unknown adventures and wonderful discoveries. But there are fewer and fewer of them in a world where everything is described, everything is counted, where there have long been no blank spots left on the map. And his dream came true. Inexplicably, he found himself in a world that is several centuries behind ours in its development. In a world where everything is so similar and everything is so different. Where in the whirlwind of dangers and trials you don’t know whether tomorrow will come...