Abasdarhon's Castle

/ Wow! This is one of the coolest female portraits I've ever seen./
Ellison patiently waits for the administration to open. If there's a queue, he uses trickery to convince everyone that he was here yesterday evening/morning/the day before yesterday/two weeks ago, and that he has a matter of extreme urgency.

Opening the door, the girl remembered that the lock was broken and there was nothing to open. She looked tired and distracted.
Thanks to his cunning, the cultist manages to get in without waiting in line. After the girl and the legionnaires entered, he saw the administration in disarray, with papers, boxes, and crates scattered everywhere. Most of the furniture was broken, and in some places, dark red stains were visible on the floor and carpet. Fortunately, the painting by the famous artist Clawtious Elyon, depicting Axoth from two hundred years ago, was preserved.


Added 3 minutes later

—So, you have an arena here too? —Felian asked with slight interest. —Yes, I already have plans for the next couple of days.

- Oh, it's a pity you're busy, but that's not surprising... Feel free to come by if you need anything. There's nothing interesting happening at the Arena right now, unless you're looking for a healer. Are you a healer?