Abasdarhon's Castle

Liu Pingu was sad – he felt sadness even then, when his inner feeling told him that he needed to visit Aksot as well; this city was no less important than other cities of the republic for the one who spoke on behalf of the dead. A city of fun, a city of vice, a city where the living think little of the dead. And now, when the dead are crying, the contradictions of the city that Liu Pingu was supposed to visit are especially strongly reflected in his soul.
Having reached the shore and "inhaling" the fresh air (which was better on the shore than on the water, no matter what anyone says), Liu took out his bell and quietly rang it, humming:
– A warm wind will blow, a humid monsoon... And the rain will wash our bones...
With this song, he headed towards the city.

- Sid Vander, a wandering warrior and a humble servant of the Lord. Well, we have an agreement. I won't promise anything in advance, but I will do everything in my power.
He nodded sympathetically.
- And if I fail to find common ground with His Holiness on this matter, then at least you can count on me. I won't be able to perform an exorcism, but I can teach the spirit a lesson. I stayed at the "Rabbit," and I visit the church in the evenings; if anything, you can find me there. Well, I wish us luck.

Having discussed the details with the man, Sid still goes to the administrator (if there isn't a hundred-year-long queue there).

I like this kind of content

-I'll go, - said Felian after some thought. -If I don't return at the agreed time, turn back to Aksot.

I'll take a cloak there and heal to full HP
I'll wait until ~evening