United Kingdoms

— I'm ready to cut off someone's unnecessary hand, — Zladr paused. — That's professional humor.

— And you're quite the comedian, — the captain replied without much enthusiasm, and then they both proceeded with all the official procedures. — So, where would you prefer to be stationed? Would you rather sit in one place and treat people, or be involved in more active duties?

- What's wrong with the Baroness? Did she unfairly attack you and send you to Silik? Or did she make you a scapegoat? Or what happened? Maybe I can help somehow?

— No, it's just that she's a shady character and drags everyone she likes into bed, — the ex-guard shook his head disapprovingly. — Strange types hang around her. I heard she's involved in all sorts of weird things and even bit someone's... well, you know. A terrible woman.

- So, it's the same... There's probably a catch in the fact that those two will bite off my... you know.

— Your wife will bite you if you don't bring a pet home today, heh-heh-heh.

-- What advantages will I get from joining the guild if I don't have my own business at first, but instead perform this kind of task?

— Besides payment and the opportunity to do this kind of work? None.