Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

— Even now, my life is filled with nightmares, — the demon chuckled, — however, I find it curious that the dream you described also came to me. Considering that we haven't encountered any monsters for some time, it's unlikely that it was inspired by any recent events in such a specific form. Something is amiss here.

- Could it be magic? - Tarleon suggested. - I should ask the innkeeper before we leave, and we'll figure it out later.

checking for awareness of dreams

After some thought, Tarleon recalls reading about one of the types of demons that affect sleeping people. Through dreams, these demons enslave their victims, and they become mindless puppets. These demons are extremely skilled at shapeshifting, and few can see their true form.

Looking at the corpses, the elder takes out some money and, placing one 100-axot note at a time into Quint's hand, says:
- What if... what if this isn't all of them? What if there are other bandits out there? Huh?

And then I became curious as to why this damn demon, Belaroth, didn't sense some demonic creep trying to invade his mind, while some elf noticed it on a subconscious level, and those subconscious thoughts turned out to be accurate?

-- We'll kill them too. Until they're all gone. If anyone comes and asks, tell them you paid your taxes and know nothing. Feel free to reach out if you need anything.

After leaving his address, Quint turned and slowly headed towards the city, rhythmically tapping his cane on the dusty road. Decimus, having taken everything from the bodies except their armor and weapons and disarmed the traps, hurried after his father.
-- A good start to the day, wouldn't you say, father? We could have done without all this preparation.
-- No, we couldn't. I don't know the details of your affairs in Deathmoor, but I do know that you're only alive because you were lucky. As was I. One day, luck might run out. If you can't finish them off quickly, either you have a second plan, or the worms will be having you for dinner. If the second plan fails, go to the third, or die. Some say that risk is a noble thing. But the death of such people is usually a very amusing sight.
Decimus fell silent and continued to walk in silence. In his opinion, his father was sometimes too serious, if not tedious, and it was all the more unpleasant to realize that he was right. Quint uttered a couple more wise words and also fell silent.
They arrived home just in time for breakfast. According to established custom, the meal took place in complete silence, and Rianna sat as if on pins and needles, waiting for the opportunity to ask her husband all the questions that interested her.
The answer was brief:
-- It went well. Honey, do we have any wine at home?
-- Mm... no.
-- And those half-bottles that... -- not even giving her a chance to come up with an excuse for the missing wine, Quint coughed and continued. -- Well, buy some. Two.
He counted out forty axots for her.

After sending his wife to buy wine, Quint himself headed to "The Corner"

And then I became curious why this damn demon, Belorot, didn't feel some demonic prick trying to get into his brain, but some elf noticed it on a level of premonitions, which, by the way, turned out to be correct?

because I was raising awareness!

After some thought, Tarion recalls reading about one type of demon that affects sleeping people. Through dreams, these demons enslave their victims, turning them into mindless puppets. These demons are extremely skilled at shapeshifting, and few can see their true form.

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