Lungworth

Gülveig nodded understandingly, like someone who also often had to stop in nature: such a thing happened frequently in Illia, and in various places.
Since labor ennobles, and travel provides inspiration and broadens one's horizons, one could start with an adventure guild, which combined both factors.

— Memento mori, — the elf greeted the guests as they approached her.
— χαίρετε! — Asterion replied with a smile. — I don't know the meaning of the words you just said, but anything becomes music when spoken by a beautiful woman. It's strange that the locals worship the queen and not you.
— Ha-ha, thank you for the compliment.
— And I thank you for pleasing the eye. However, I will not waste more of our time than necessary. Please tell us how things are organized here.
The elf recounts information about the functions of the guild.
— That's how it is! Gülveig, — he addresses his companion, whose existence he apparently hadn't forgotten after all, — instead of joining others, wouldn't it be better to create our own organization? I'm sure that the most competent adventurers would be drawn to a leader like me.