Abasdarhon's Castle

- Master, Ellison, sir, mister – will you no longer be my master, sir, mister, Ellison? - asked the troll to the cultist.

It was clear from the frog's expression that what he had experienced had given him much to think about.

-- Is that how you talk, as if you're not happy about the opportunity to become a free man? How many years have you been in slavery? And don't worry, I'm not kicking you out of the house, if that's what you're worried about. I don't abandon my friends; you can live with me.
Vykaila gently takes Troneda's hand.