Thoughts of war gradually faded into the background, and I realized that I was closer to my goal than ever before...
A strange atmosphere prevailed in the city; it was as if the demons were trying to take as many people as possible with them to the underworld... because if Mistrade's reinforcements don't arrive, the city will definitely fall. Various infernal figures sat in the taverns, discussing plans. I went into one of them and approached the bartender, briefly explaining what I needed from him, and he helped me completely free of charge (anything can happen in wartime). Specifically, he approached the most influential individual, who turned out to be a horned demon, and told him that a powerful dark sorceress was standing near the bar (I embellished a little when telling the bartender about myself) and that I would help them win against the Castle faction if, in return, they found a trinket for me, similar to one of those I wear around my neck. The demon got up and approached me. I stepped back slightly; he was three times my size!... After standing there for a moment, the horned demon said to me...