Everypony has a dream and, to be honest, mine is kind of stupid. I nurtured it for nearly two decades before finally giving up and put my coat on the dusty shelve. I had no place in this world which had vanished into the darkness, blood and misery. In search of a settled life, I've ended my trail in the last standing city my forlorn world still had, Warclaw. There I wanted to cast away my hopes and just… wither away. But here, in the capital, something is happening, something which mingles with stakes that I cannot yet grasp.
Maybe, just maybe, I should start dreaming again?