Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

And I would like a part of me to be in all your holes.

- You? Such a beautiful, fragile person wants to be part of the expedition? This dangerous undertaking, from which many may not return. Are you sure?

- Hmm, I see, the nightmares continue... I think the Dead Heads would be happy to take your demon's body.

/ And does the lich not dream of anything? Or do they not dream at all? /
Although, technically, the undead do not need rest, Lu never gave up the habit of spending the night in peace, and if it wasn't lying in bed, then it was meditation. Of course, if necessary, if there is nowhere to stay nearby or there is no money for this pleasure, then you can do without it... But now was not that case.
In the morning, he came to "Clean Hands" even a little earlier, at 8:30, where he waited for potential clients until 11:00. If no one is waiting, he goes to the library to read either about banishing ghosts with mental magic (higher priority), or about healing allies with the help of dead bodies (lower priority, but also important).

- I'm not as defenseless as you think," Maylin replied with a smile, summoning a mental monster, similar to the one that once caused a massacre in the brothel where she was held captive. - I can stand up for myself.
She ignored the man's dirty thoughts, but continued reading.

- Thank you, in that case, I will definitely visit them.

Going to the stronghold

After greeting the elf, the merchant asked what he was interested in.

Mmm, and it's dangerous too. But that only makes it more exciting. Mental stuff is no joke, of course, but I'll still find a way to take down that little bitch.

- Impressive. It seems you can really stand up for yourself, despite your young age and fragility. If the difficulties of the long journey don't scare you, then your candidacy suits me.

She took all the books that can be read there, Nera.

-- Excellent, -- Quint grunted. -- Now all that remains is to pay the guy a friendly visit at night. Decimus, take the money and hurry to Bethor. I need a decent blade. And grab some glasses too. And all sorts of little things – so we don't have to come back later. And stop by "Radost." Go on.

Decimus ran off to fulfill the order, cursing under his breath that they didn't have servants for such tasks. He buys:
Death Rattle
Price: 2,210

Eyes of the Beholder
Price: 900

Sleeping Powder x5
Price: 8
Duration: 300

Smoke Grenade x2

Torch x4

Firecracker x3

Oil Ball x3

Potions of Accuracy and Evasion x4

Consumables, except for the powder, are split in half. The glasses are for Decimus for now, the blade (knife? dagger?) is for Quint.

While his son was rushing around the shops, Quint relaxed on a rather stiff sofa, putting his feet on a chair. If he were a little more religious, or if he had killed fewer people in his life, he might have wondered how justified it was to kill a random passerby in order to possibly save the sister of his acquaintance, but at the moment, he was only concerned that the girl wouldn't blab anything in the short time she had left. It seemed he had miscalculated somewhere. All that remained was to pray that the miscalculation wouldn't be fatal.

If nothing noteworthy happens, Quint and Decimus head to the indicated house around ten o'clock in the evening. Quint changes clothes, takes a "cat" and a rope with him.

Can I kick a goblin into a bonfire so it burns? :o (probably not...)

Did you decide to role-play as the villain?

/ Or is it also about necromancy?/

- Good evening, are you perhaps buying weapons? I happen to have a couple of interesting items here.