In a past life I was Vaym - master of spirits. Strength, power, universal respect. Even kings considered it an honor to shake my hand. How else? The vaimas were the only ones standing in the way of critters breaking out of dungeons. They and their spirits. I died defending humanity. And I got the opportunity to start from scratch in another world. That's just Wyme always remains Wyme. Where's my perfume? And why the hell am I not in the dungeon yet?