⚔️Serberia

—You know, Ren, I agree with Gungnir's decisions, but my heart aches every time you set out. Tell me, are you sure you don't want to give up on these assignments? And Ilva?...

Renold sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead, which had suddenly started to ache.
—I understand you perfectly; my sister and I have been discussing this for the past week. But... we can't just abandon our brothers and sisters, and besides, I won't lie, we've seen and learned more in the last few months than we have in several years. As for Ilva, she doesn't want to stay because she doesn't want to worry about me and the others all the time. Well, I guess you and her have very similar feelings about it. —the young man paused for a moment, unable to find other words. —But I think that as long as we travel together, take care of each other, and avoid unnecessary risks, we can handle the assignments from our... I mean, the Baron. In the end, even though these tasks are difficult, their complexity is comparable to the skills of our squad, which will only grow with each passing time.

Added 5 minutes later

—I see. — Erika makes some notes in her journal and on a small, folding map of the city. It was clear that she had already marked most of the other locations in Baldur. —And how did Miss Bouvard end up in your city, and what is her relationship with the Baron's wards?

—We rescued her from bandits, or the mafia, I'm not sure, in Tamfana. —Ilva answered honestly. —After that, she decided to move in with us, in Baldur. And as for her relationship... well, I think it's good; she's become friends with me and many others...