Abasdarhon's Castle

The sorceress continues to probe Maylin.

- I just imagined Cezan dragging you to bed, and you suddenly turn into a man. Haha! I've never met anyone like you. Although, who knows. You are good at delving into minds, - Izemberta seemed to be lost in thought.

Maylin doesn't resist the touch.
- No, I can't turn into a man, - she giggled. - But I can easily become intangible at the most crucial moment, when he's about to pounce on me, so that Cezan falls down too!
- And regarding encounters with people like me... - Maylin continued thoughtfully. - Anything is possible. For example, there's one such person living in a secluded hut in the forest near Axoth. But you would definitely remember the meeting with this person for a long time...
As Maylin spoke and remembered Cassmetra, her eyes glazed over for a moment. On the one hand, the collapsist was grateful to the sorceress for the opportunities provided. On the other hand, she hated her for her motives. So, the young beauty would definitely not wish such a meeting with this witch on anyone.
- But most are more cautious and tactful than I am, - Maylin admitted without enthusiasm. - I'm still just learning and exploring the world in this way, although I haven't made such obvious mistakes as today yet.