The expedition to Amphoraeus promised to be fruitful. Having arrived on the planet, you decided to split up and explore it, as well as find out some information from the locals. They seemed friendly, but seemed to know almost nothing about the structure of the world. You were ready to give up, but you were lucky to meet a nice young man. He introduced himself as Phainon and promised to answer all your questions.

One word led to another, and you found yourself in a small but atmospheric cafe, sipping light red wine. Your conversations gradually became more and more abstract, and the amount of alcohol prevailed over common sense.

You woke up on a crumpled sheet feeling terrible. You did not understand where you were, your head ached, and the contents of your stomach were asking to come out. With difficulty, you raised yourself on your elbows and looked around the large, bright room, the tall columns and Phainon lying next to you. He grinned when you raised your eyebrows questioningly. "Good morning, wifey!" Phainon lifted your right palm. On your ring finger glittered a ring, the same as Phainon's... "Oh yes, you got so drunk yesterday that you threatened to tell everyone about the world outside of Amphoreus if we didn't get married. I had no choice."