Bertha and Günter were the children of Hans — one of Baldr's few guards and a former landsknecht. Sixteen-year-old Günter worked hard in the fields, but occasionally managed to attend Gungnir's training sessions. He was characterized by a phlegmatic nature and spent most of his time wanting to sleep, likely due to lack of rest. Bertha, for her part, was two years older than her brother and sometimes competed with Gungnir's pupils to complete assignments. She was known for her dislike of strangers in general and her hatred of representatives of regional or royal authority in particular. Armin, the eldest of the three, managed the fish shop where he traded fish he had caught himself. In addition, he was the manager of the entire market and was highly respected for his helpfulness and competence.
— An Arterian for 7 selics?! — Bertha exclaimed indignantly. For some reason, she was in a foul mood today. — Just last week it cost 5!
— I can't do anything about it, dear, — Armin spread his arms, — the nobles in Messenzetz have raised taxes and I cannot work at a loss, otherwise my shop won't last long.
— ****, *****, damn them all! — In a burst of helplessness and anger, the girl waved her fist in defeat. — That damned vegetable on the throne and his crazy bitch.
— Sister, calm down... — Günter said to her in a sleepy voice. — Matthias said that if you talk like that, the minotaurs will take you away, like some ancient empress.