Once the Forces of Harmony gathered a team - to correct the balance in the worlds. Only a little miscalculated with the composition? and now the alchemist is poisoning everyone in a row, the blonde now and then throws herself into something, the light knight suffers from pathological world rescue, and the demonic jester grins at all this from a bird's eye view. And then there is the first task, gods disappearing from the world of antiquity, strange local customs, stallions dreaming of lightning... What is left to do in such a situation for the only normal conscript? Getting It Right? trying to maintain a balance of insanity. Along the way, feeling like either a kindergarten teacher or an orderly in a madhouse.