Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

The plan was that the mutants wouldn't hear me if they were somewhere separate, in a cage.

- I think so, they could. One person might not be able to handle them.

The ghost sits on the floor, content and satisfied. Seeing Liu, he spoke:
- Oh, dude, did you bring my pizza and soda?

- Yes – if it turns out to be separate from the person. Or at worst… - the warrior shook his head, not finishing the sentence. - If you are not ready for this now and can still afford to look for a mentalist, then it is better to do so, but I wouldn't advise you to delay - things will only get worse later on. And if anything happens, you know where to find me. Just in case you need support. I won't charge you for that.
If he goes further alone, we’re done; I’ll go sleep in the Bull, take a private room.

hmm....

- That's great. - Having questioned the farmer about the details of the task (you don't have to copy that post), Felian headed back to the city.
"Again archers, again in the forest. This time I need to prepare better." - he thought. "And where am I going to look for this knight in armor? If he is also not local, then he might have stayed in one of the taverns."
With these thoughts, the fairy decides to check out the Wild Bull and the Sleepy Rabbit, to see if anyone matching that description has been staying there.

Before subduing Meomoth's mind and delving into his thoughts to find out all the important details of his life, how he lived, what dreams he had in the past, Maylin asked him for permission. After all, it was a desire to help as payment for a good deed, rather than another attempt to control and use someone.
Not that the girl was ready to completely give up using her talents; she now realized that improper use, such as with the owner of Liquid Delights, would not lead to anything good. And the situation with Dargin didn't turn out quite right either; instead of trying to re-educate the guy or guide him on the right path, she simply committed an infantile prank, deciding everything for him.

In short, if Meomoth gives his consent, I will delve into his life, find out if he has any mental deviations, try to rid him of them, and see what he needs and inspire him to fulfill his dream, strengthening his mental strength. Also, I will instill in him the thought that he is no longer insane, but he should not tell anyone that he met a structuralist. This is his little fulfilled dream and secret, which will remain in his heart and make the man happier, but nothing more.

- Hello... Dude," said the dzuianec, surprised. "Okay. The undead often like mystery; let's try talking to him in that style now."
"Why are you asking me about this? Tell me, don't you know who you are?" he said in the most pompous tone he could muster. "That you are not just an ordinary person?"

- Of course, it's not easy! I'm an awesome guy! You should see my rating in the league.

what kind of slaves are these... alright, demons are bound by magic, but what about this? they just come up and hit you in the back of the head

- These pointy-eared mutants, - thought the archer, and then tried to calm the slaves. - Yeah, it's just a joke, don't pay attention. I'm not human either, so..., - the elf didn't finish the sentence and turned to the man again. - So, can you tell me about them?

- Thank you very much! I will never forget you! Here, take this," the man hands Maylin 200 axots and a Hain Warrior collectible card.

Reaching the Wild Bull, Felian sees a man who looks similar to him, exiting the tavern.

Quint grabs the magazine, shoves it into his pocket, and, after restoring some semblance of order, darts out of the store.

-- Lady, you must understand, I am not authorized to... -- Decimus reached for a pouch of "Strong Sleep," sharply tore it open, dispersing the powder, holding his breath, and closing his eyes.
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/Well, now we have a new competition, I see./

Only Maylin's magic can help these types. And even then, it's not certain.