Abasdarhon's Castle

The servant took all the necessary information from Quintus and gave him 300 gold under his name and signature.

"What a creep," Quintus thought as he barely stepped out the door. Even after talking to Brasahog, he felt an unpleasant sensation in his throat. Spitting in annoyance, Quintus hurried home.

-- So, how was this Brasahog?
-- A nobody, just as we suspected. Young, arrogant, corrupt, reckless, and incapable of commanding even servants. And he seems to have only one servant...
-- And is he really that rich?
-- Oh, you're quick to grasp things. Yes, we'll visit him later, but not now. Right now, I need you for something else.

"No rest. As soon as I arrived, he's been making me work non-stop. Soon he'll remember that he wanted to teach me how to sword fight..." Decimus thought irritably as he walked beside his father towards "The Gleaming". His father went into the store, and his son stayed outside.