Abasdarhon's Castle

- Alright, I guess we'll do that.
A couple head to the designated location, but before that, they decide to find out about the task posted on the bulletin board.

/ As I told Nebk in a private message, I was still thinking about casting Hunger on the tormented dog, but whatever, I've been sitting here long enough. /
A little later, Vikayla approached.
-- So... what now? )
-- We'll drag it through the tunnel to the ritual hall, and then we'll summon the guests.
The sorceress was a little surprised, and then she smiled knowingly.
-- Come on, you wouldn't do that, would you?
The cult leader just looked sadly at his assistant and waited, so Vikayla had no choice. She transformed into a semi-elemental, and together they took the sleeping body.

In the main house of the cultists, Corcketus was "hanging out" with the slaves. Well, how? He was sitting in an armchair, staring at the wall. If some curious structuralist decided to read the minotaur's mind, it would be something like this: "Cream. Whipped cream. Is cream better or is whipped cream better? Hmm. Cream. Whipped cream. Cream is made from whipped cream. Hmm. The wall is creamy. Or is it whipped cream? Whipped cream. Plums. Cream. Plum cream."
Something clicked, a cabinet moved away from the wall, and Alisonn and Vikayla came out.
-- Let's go, -- the leader said to the slaves.