Lungworth

—Bureaucracy…? Don’t worry, I’ll gladly dedicate some time to it as well. —Veritta said with a friendly smile.
Taking the form, the girl looked at the paper from all sides in confusion, after which she found writing utensils and began to fill it out:

After half an hour of hard work, the girl happily returned the completed form:
—Here you go!

—What kind of map? —Gai frowned. What else could this woman write without his knowledge? It wouldn’t backfire later, would it? Okay, it seems those people from the guard or whoever they are said that they would explain everything about the country to him, maybe it’s normal here. He picked up the form again. Date of birth – a dash. From where – a dash. Family members – a dash. Profession/skills? Warrior, probably. Religious affiliation? Gai was about to write “atheist,” but looking at all this bureaucracy, he replaced it with a more vague “undetermined.” Expectations? What a philosophical question in such a vulgar piece of paper. But Gai simply wrote: to find a job, to earn some money.