Veserod sighed and went to gather his mercenaries. A little later, after 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 of you and Yua - to... Thrace. Those are the cities. Also going to Thrace is... - he couldn't quite remember the name of their new acquaintance. - ...Our guest. She should know the area. She'll 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.
Where do we end up when we save the world?