Abasdarhon's Castle

The boy shivered, his eyes filled with fear, and his pants were wet. A small puddle formed on the floor.
- DEMONS!!! AAAAH!! - he screamed and ran out of the store.
The saleswoman looked at Beleroth and Tarlion in surprise.
- Thank you... it's a pity I'll have to mop the floor now.

In Beleroth's opinion, the saleswoman should be grateful; she would only have to wipe up a small puddle of urine, not a huge pool of blood. But Tarlion certainly wouldn't like it if a demon tried to express its thoughts aloud.
- Alas, not everyone is familiar with the rules of good manners. They can't even leave with dignity.