Dear traveler, I greet you in Hadol! The largest northern kingdom of the continent, where people, elves and gnomes get along for centuries. How are we doing? Not much lately. The cobwebs tightened the wells, the bread, if not a mess - only sour comes out, and the milk began to bitter. All signs say one thing: war is coming. But even without a war, there are enough misfortunes: either magicians from the Island will secretly come, then strangers will arise from the air. It will buzz, crackle, shine with lightning, green fog will build up across the field, and once - a darling will appear; surprised, confused. Grab this right away and drag it for a coin. And in the neighboring village it happened in general: the headman was torn like an overripe pumpkin. For two days they shook off the trees and searched for pieces in the forest. Why are you frozen on the doorstep? You come in, don't be afraid! Our life is not easy, but interesting: you won't get bored!