What does a young verse weaver of noble blood need? Glory, women and good wine! And there was absolutely no need for the troubles that poured out as if from a cornucopia as soon as I looked into my native land. Fear-loving creatures, magicians and orcs, and I’m like a mouse under their feet. Here you could show off steel biceps or a smart head, but what do you do if you are a twenty-three-year-old stunner whose best achievements are in the field of cuckolding? All that remains is to pray to Providence to get out of this crappy story alive!