It’s a good thing when a huge ogre shows up in the goblin’s lair and asks to protect his people from mysterious creatures that came out of nowhere and encroached on the life and freedom of the ogres and the entire underground world. Naturally, to whom, if not Jig, is this half-request, half-threat addressed? And, most importantly, there’s nothing you can do: since you called yourself the Dragon Slayer, like it or not, go ahead and justify your stupid nickname. And then Jig is given such “irreplaceable” assistants as his companions, such as the unfinished incompetent Braf, who, even picking his nose, manages to break a finger, and the old hag Grell, who barely hobbles on her crutches. The matter turns out to be serious and the threat is quite real.