Having failed for a couple of months with a layer, Carnage decides to hide and wait for the onset of autumn in the so-called "freemen." Everywhere, in any kingdom, there were enough places in those days where every rabble flocked, escaping from the executioner's rope, the fire of inquisitors, or simply in the hope of finding an employer. Among the "good luck hunters," the basis of existence was considered to be the trade in everyday things: other people's lives, other people's values, or their own blades, for those who decide to take the first and second in bulk. Fate throws our hero a good opportunity, as if pushing to the road to which he has been walking for many years. Carnage knew that he would certainly meet a squad of dragon killers here. He waited like a wolf for prey, and waited... The bag of mother's ashes was enough to be willingly accepted into the gang.