Abasdarhon's Castle

- Of course! Anything! My princess, my queen, my goddess! My happiness, my joy, my life!

-- The man follows the cultist. -- Okay... Thank you, but you don't need to do that, -- Ellison pretended to be embarrassed, but still led his victim towards the lair. Vikayla was already heading in that direction, albeit by a slightly different route, but nearby.
As they passed by some drunkards tormenting a dog, Ellison tried to catch one of them with his gaze, first looking away shyly, and then meeting his eyes and winking.