Abasdarhon's Castle

Thiollas approached the woman. He said that he had been informed that there were wounded people here, and that he was a healer and could help.

"What a suspicious young man," Sid thought. "What is he plotting?"
- Sir? - he asked sternly.

-- Agreed. I'll start tomorrow, -- Quint turned back to the girl. -- So, one of my friends, also a mercenary, told me that he was invited to work by someone named Cezan Brasahog, and he is going to hire a team for an entire expedition. Can you direct me to him?

Having finished his meal, Felian turned to the barmaid:
- Excuse me, I only recently arrived in the city and heard about the recent siege... do you happen to know which areas were most affected? Are there any places that a simple guest should avoid?

In any case, she didn't want to argue with the companions of her new "friend," so she mentally ordered Dargin to apologize to his friends for leaving his post so abruptly, and to explain that the guy just wanted to escort the girl not only to the gates but also to the city, to point out a convenient route to the magic shops and the community. After all, in that short time, they had become friends, and Dargin didn't want the beautiful girl to get lost.

-- Oh, they're all so cute! -- Vikayla exclaimed, closing her eyes in delight.
- Well, then we've decided. Corcetus has been complaining for a long time that he's tired of taking care of cats. Kekrek, can I count on you for this, I hope?
Vikayla whispered something.
- Hmm. Kekrek, how exactly did you end up in slavery?
When he listened to the answer, he asked the frog.
- Tronned, can you take care of cooking, since you know how?