Abasdarhon's Castle

Who am I supposed to influence here...?

There are so many residents in the city...

>Slave market.

Today, there were few merchants. For obvious reasons. Among the ordinary and unremarkable slaves, Ellison discovers several interesting specimens.







A little frog sat calmly on the ground, reading a book.
A huge troll was playing with a cat.
And a demon was in a cage, looking at the passing men.

The man who was selling them looked sadly towards the sea.

- Well, you're lucky... Did the townspeople suffer greatly? I'm a healer, and I could help.

- Oh, friend, if that's true, then you'll be a great help. Our guys can't handle it. Let me quickly examine you.

- Is that so? - Felian had, of course, heard of this, but still decided to feign mild surprise. - In our lands, beauty has little meaning until a man proves his skill in hunting and military craft. By the way, people are considered the opposite. But having met your kind in person, - he emphasized the last words, - I admit that this was more of a misconception.

- So, you are also strong and agile? - Bridget asked in a playful tone.

I'm going to sleep. See you tomorrow.