Abasdarhon's Castle

After a series of lengthy calls, a man opened the door for her.



- Hello.

— Good afternoon, — the collapse mage said politely to the homeowner, her face lit up with a warm smile. — My name is Maylin, and I work as an assistant to graduate student Kristoll; you’ve probably already met him. I wanted to purchase a love potion at your store on his behalf, but due to the barbarian rampages carried out by elves, the necessary elixirs were not available. That’s why your employee suggested that I seek help from you!
Although Maylin’s introductory speech was quite lengthy, it didn’t prevent the collapse mage from trying to read the stranger’s thoughts in order to gauge his overall mood and understand whether he would help or not. And if so, on what terms he was willing to cooperate.