Magnus’s RPG empire on the portal.

“I’m afraid I can’t help you,” said the bartender. “Ask the tavern’s patrons… See that Elf sitting in the corner? He’s a traveler, and he might know.” “Thank you, sir.” I gave him a silver coin and sat down at another table, watching the Elf. *Voice in my head:* Help is coming to you, Predvestnik, in the form of a demon lord… Wait for him at the tavern.