The lovely witch is not herself: she could not have imagined that a Magmar warrior would steal her heart. But that is exactly what has happened and she can think of nothing else. Dreams of a beautiful love are driving her crazy: if only he would come, if only he was here... She would cover his lips with her own and their happiness would be eternal.

The mountain of Mystras is sacred to the genies, who have been erecting altars in its caves since time immemorial. The Magmar warrior hasn’t come such a long way across the seas for nothing - there are great mysteries and mystical gifts awaiting her here.

Having stricken down innumerate golems and paved the way to the Treasury of the Mountain King, you may allow yourself a brief rest. The priceless riches are at your feet, the royal goblet is in your hand, the glint of gold makes the sight and the soul merry.

The balloon’s basket almost grazes the tops of the frost-laden trees. Below, the lights of the cozy villages of Khair are flickering and the northern lights illuminate the sky. There’s a festive mood, with the New Year breeze carrying you all the way!

Подарки продолжают прибывать — скоро в комнате для них не останется места! Что поделать, всякий на Хаире мечтает угодить этой умнице и красавице, настоящей принцессе новогодних праздников.

A snow-white bird always accompanies this skilled sorceress, who uses all her power to help the weakest inhabitants of Faeo, suffering from the brutal cold.

Её внешность слепит сильнее блеска волн в лучах полуденного Мирроу. Но человеческим глазам долго любоваться ей не придётся – абордажная сабля этой воительницы разит ещё надёжней, чем красота.