Arandor
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Veserod sighed and went to gather his mercenaries. A little later, when he had gathered them, he announced:
- A new request from Gungnir. Guys and Eir - we're going to, uh... - he took out a piece of paper and read from it. - El...helm. Whatever that means. The rest and Yua - to... Thrace. Those are the cities. Also going to Thrace is... - he couldn't remember the name of their new acquaintance. - ...Our guest. She should know the area. She will help and advise. Staying there will probably be beneficial for you.
He looked at both groups.
- If you have any questions, I won't answer them. You know how Grandpa loves surprises.
- Ah... This... Well... - For the first time in a while, Imelda regretted not knowing the faces of her "brothers" well enough and was now struggling to count on her fingers who was going where with whom. - I... I don't want to be separated from Anselm...
- Don't worry, I might go to Thrace and keep an eye on Yua, so you can come with us, - Anselm reassured the girl, approaching her while the others continued their discussion. (as if not very loudly, and someone might overhear)
Be strong. Believe