Rast left home after his father, being an ordinary naive guy with no future. Neither you have magical abilities, like sisters, nor worthy military skills, nothing. Only a desire to see the world and somehow prove yourself. He would have known how his fate would have developed after a very short time... Now Rast is far from the same young man who rushed through the streets in search of at least some kind of part-time job. Now he confidently sits in the saddle, in his sheath there is a real sword, in the bag there is a faithful sling and even a crossbow is at hand, although Rast has not yet learned how to use it properly. But these are all little things. The main thing is that the guy has abilities. He can imagine some thing, and it will immediately appear in his hands. Although this does not always work, and if it does, it does not necessarily work as it should. But already something! You look, and from him, Rasta, there will be some benefit. Marshals of the empire do not become overnight!