The world is incredibly complex, but at the same time as beautiful as you can close your eyes. But it does not save in a place where the only deity is an insane wanderer, and the strongest do not even care about themselves. In their spirit to come to your house, pour out their problems, figure out for three and arrange a fierce batch. The result: a stash of brandy is empty, the house is in ruins, and the sectarians and the militia are sawing the remains of the back yard of your house. It is difficult to be a man, because it is you who will have to rake the consequences of their lives, in parallel arranging your own.
