I hate strangers. At some point there were too many of them. One of them even became king, staging an almost bloodless coup and forcing the aristocrats to announce that he was called to our world in order to save the kingdom. I knew it was a hoax. But, like the others, he did not stand up for his outdated monarchy. Instead, I tried to do business with the offworlders, buying up their artifacts and technology. But the new king didn't like it. Soon his servants came for me, and now they will throw me into the abyss of hell with my hands tied. Well, let it go. I've already been to hell. And I knew that old acquaintances and new opportunities were waiting for me there.