Barachmung the Chronicler is eager to write the name of this valiant warrior lady from Ogriy down in his immortal chronicles! She has completed all the Challenges with flying colors, and the appearance of a Chosen One becomes her extra reward.

It was already time to descend to the festive feast, but the beautiful Magmar lingered at the top. She admires the snow-covered rooftops of Khair and dreams of the future, while the Great Dragon stands silent as a statue, the snowflakes melting away from his fiery breath.

The balloon, put together by the gnomes, is so laden with presents that it barely made it up into the sky. It’s time to jettison the ballast - release some of the presents to descend straight to the doorways of the unsuspecting inhabitants of Ogriy!

What does she dream about on the last night of summer? About the generosity of autumn, which will bring a harvest of new acquaintances and fateful meetings.