Nemaro's life is just about the way he wants it. He has a career (as a thief), he has friends (three barbarian women and a forest god), and he's got money (before he spends it on wine, women, and all things leather). Everything changed when the nearest water god decided that Nemaro was perfect material for a good romp in the hay. Now, his forest god is pissed, his barbarian women are laughing, and the water god won't leave him alone. He's in trouble.
