After living the apocalypse in the stadium of Glargh, our tired and depicted adventurers find that the Elfe has become queen of his community! It is too much for the Nain. It is difficult now to envisage the adventure with a person of the court who hairs the ponies! But it is the war in Folonariel, and we soon learn that it is war everywhere, without any of the parties involved claiming the slightest quarrel. Barbarians, humans, elves of all kinds, semi-men and ogres find themselves involved in this saraband of violence, in the course of a mystery that plunges the Land of Fangh into the distress and shortage of sausages. Our company, now level four, has no choice but to accept its new rank of royal escort, with the vague hope of being able to win gold coins without risking its skin. It is then that fate, presenting itself in the form of a series of Bhe four, has no choice but to accept its new rank as a royal escort, with the vague hope of being able to gain gold coins without risking its skin. It is then that fate, presenting itself as a series of Bhe's.