Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

A White Lily warrior, practicing with a spear, stopped the sorcerer, and two others approached.
- You don't look like a merchant, - said the warrior with the spear.
- Or a tourist, - added the first chess player.
- Maybe you're a musician? - asked the second chess player.

although, the expansion is more important

are they from Life University or are they going there?

"Yes, I am a musician!" -- and they started dancing.
-- I am the voice of the dead. I defend the interests of those who are no longer with us. There were battles here recently, right?

- Clearly, there's a whole legion of those who speak with the dead, dead people, completely dead people, and so on.
- Yes, the Lafir attacked, along with the Zuthar.
- Are you a warlock?

- I see... Thank you, goodbye.
He left the establishment. To be honest, the need to find an employer just to learn something didn't fit well with his immediate plans. But there was nothing else to do, so he headed to Udsam.

Since Felian wasn't very skilled in reconnaissance, he had to spend a considerable amount of time on this task. Moreover, at any moment, his opponents could discover him and shoot him in the face. But fortunately, the elf successfully reached the main road. From the bushes, he sees civilians walking along it, along with children, belongings, wagons, and other things.

-- Yes, I understand magic. Tell me, am I correct in assuming that the Ninth Legion is here? Do they treat the fallen well?

- Well, most likely the same thing. Either vomiting. It usually happens. Your stomach just can't handle digesting everything properly; it's not resilient enough. Alright, I gave you the medicine, I'll go back to work, get well soon.

Before speaking with the locals, Felian removed the cloak with the identifying marks of Lafir, after which (without being seen by them) he went out onto the road and walked towards them.
—Good day, —he greeted them. —Are you from Lifeport?

– Okay, thank you again for your care and for a great, productive day!

I didn't enslave him, and he left on his business. What happens next?

- I only recently learned about my glorious ancestor. A Dragon Lord! How impressive! They say he was incredibly wealthy and powerful. And I intend to claim his property and lands. The authorities in Serheim have agreed. Thanks to my persistence, they didn't deny my right to ownership, but they said that the search and clearing of the castle would be my responsibility. The people of Serheim are actively clearing the wastelands, and I don't intend to wait for them to reach Abasdarhon Castle and illegally claim it for themselves!

- Well, they've collected all the corpses from the battlefield. What they do with them next is none of our concern, - said the legionnaire with a spear.
- No, they give them to those who need the corpses for burial and other rituals. They returned our comrades, - said the first chess player.
- That's true, - agreed the spearman.
- Do you need to go to the city? - asked the second chess player.

– Okay, thank you again for your care and for a great, productive day!

Well, I didn't subjugate him, and he left on business. What happens next?

-- The Dragon Lord from the Dragon Peninsula? So, we reach the Castle, eliminate all possible dangers, and then...? Do we return, or do you intend to immediately settle in the new lands?

-- Glad to hear that. Yes, I would like to pass through if the city is not blocked.

- Hello. I'm from "Clean Hands," regarding the goblin problem. They didn't tell me anything there, they immediately sent me to you, and I would like to at least clarify the details.