Abasdarhon's Castle

What a hot chick. Now it's clear what Kristol's tastes are... Tattoos, piercings, a tail, dressed like a slut. Mr. Brogritz doesn't seem to care about anything except his work; he's just a workaholic. He should at least get a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or someone he likes.

- He's usually always working when he's not sleeping, - the girl replied with a smile. - Here's his address (I'll mark it on the map). Tell him you're from Kristol.

— Thank you very much, — Maylin thanked the stranger, ignoring Cassmetra's orders to subdue the shopkeeper and force her to make a gift for the Collapsite, and also something "fun."
“Well, you'll get your revenge on the shop owner later...” Cassmetra consoled herself, still a little disappointed that her unsuspecting subordinate had deviated somewhat from the main plans.
Maylin, however, sincerely wondered why it was necessary to control, and even more so, to harm everyone, if their intentions, although not ideal, were still honest. But engaging in a mental debate with her mentor would be unwise, so the girl simply headed to the address indicated by the shopkeeper in order to obtain the desired potion.