Abasdarhon's Castle

Even without reading Cezanne's mind, it was clear that the task was extremely dangerous, considering the Castle is located in the wastelands.

...Mercenaries, you are needed to shield me with your bodies from all the creatures that inhabit the wastelands. As for you, little one, your body should be saved for more interesting things... When I reach the treasury and the dragon eggs are mine, I will become the richest man in the city. And maybe even in the world...

— What an interesting coincidence, I was just reading about your ancestor, the legendary Lord Abasdarhon, yesterday! — Maylin expressed her surprise verbally, while at the same time considering when during the expedition they would reach the tower where she could meet that very elf and forget about the disgusting employer. — I couldn't have imagined that I would stand before his heir today.
Remembering how many wives and lovers Lord Abasdarhon had, Maylin realized that the libertine lifestyle of the men of this lineage was probably in their blood. And although this guy clearly didn't appeal to her, an alliance with this man was now necessary for her.
— Well, since dangers await us ahead, I would like to know what the payment will be for each mercenary for the work done? — Maylin smiled coquettishly, lifting her tail so that her interlocutor could see it. — And what about an advance? After all, today I am not a very rich girl, but if, for example, I set off on a journey in these high heels and in this dress, I risk bringing trouble upon all of us. I would like to buy something practical and useful for a mage, but at the same time, something stylish, so that our other comrades are always inspired to protect me (attractiveness).

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What's what, but the lack of cunning in both Artz and Revan is portrayed very well through the example of the shops.

That's why I maxed out Subjugation, and life became wonderful.

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I'm still reading Brasahog's thoughts, by the way.