My name is Dark Night. And for a long time I did not understand what the Oracle was guided by, calling so a baby in pink ruffles. But everything turned out to be simple. Darkness does not exist. Darkness is the absence of light. And I, Darknight Irondel Amber, by the will of the Emperor, also no longer exist. Naity, a modest former teacher, remained. Naity is a modest former secretary in a dark elven castle. Neity is a thief... Failed. AND... immodest, perhaps. On the other hand, who caught me for... let it be "by the hand," the dark elf seems to have no idea at all what "modesty" is!