Different places are found on the Continent. Including those that inspire fear. So few people dare to approach this. There are even fewer who dare to cross it. Not alone, of course, but with an experienced team or with a trading caravan. This is the only way to successfully reach your goal. However, this is a chance, not a guarantee. After all, here even a tank column can disappear in an instant. The risk is colossal. But now there will be neither a tank column nor a trade caravan. It’s not a team that has been assembled, but a parody of it, where there are only one or two experienced people, and half are generally dark horses, recruited “by advertisement.” Some members are so worthless that they belong in kindergarten. And a special word must be said about the leader: there is a suspicion that this is the god of wine himself, exiled to the Continent for exchanging wine for beer. And now this dubious guy, having lost his divine power, pours out his grief with a foamy drink. A continuous stream. With such a rabble, even the luckiest will quickly merge. But the Cheater has no choice.