Abasdarhon's Castle

Success of incorporeality.

Failure of Sleep.

After Maylin attempted to use Sleep, blood was already flowing from Izemberta's nose, eyes, and ears.

- Ouch! - the sorceress exclaimed indignantly and hovered over the shell next to Maylin. - You stop that! The bleeding should stop on its own soon. But if you stop casting spells, I'll stop it right now.
Izemberta stops the bleeding and begins to carefully wash her face so as not to ruin her makeup.

— Agreed, said Maylin. — Let's agree: we both won't cast spells and will have a peaceful conversation, without harming each other. You explain to me how you felt my observation, and I will explain to you why I did it.
Fearing that her physical form would damage her clothes, Maylin remained in her "ghostly" form.
— But let's start with the simplest thing, she added in a calm tone. — I apologize for getting into your head and, apparently, causing you pain. Usually, reading thoughts goes unnoticed and is harmless to the target; otherwise, despite my distrust of those around me, I would avoid using this ability. I really didn't want to hurt or offend...