Abasdarhon's Castle

- My name is Dargin. I'm ready to entrust not only my rifle but also my magic orbs to such a lovely lady, - said the man, winking at Maylin again. - In the current situation, this method is the most optimal for you, my dear.
The legionary tries to touch Maylin's face with his hand.

Here's his picture, by the way.

He's certainly not a simpleton, but his motives are definitely not good.
Unconsciously, feeling the approach of a stranger's hand, the girl took a step back and blushed even more.
- Do you mean those black orbs that are scattered all over the field after the battles? - Maylin asked in an embarrassed voice, avoiding eye contact. - I've never encountered such things! Can you tell me about them?