Lungworth

— We will send the letter to your place of residence.

-- I've settled in a dormitory on the outskirts; they can write there.

Having taken care of this, he headed to the dormitory. It looked even decent, better than he expected; there weren't too many cockroaches, and it didn't seem like bedbugs had infested the bedding. They even provided a basin with almost warm water for washing and bathing – here it was, simple mercenary happiness, a luxury he hadn't seen in five days. An hour later, he was already clean, fresh, and invigorated.
He went to a bar, but left very quickly and with a very dissatisfied expression. They were charging so much for a glass of vodka that it was as if it were an entire bottle of ten-year-old brandy from Lisliar – no wonder the bar was half-empty. Next, Guy visited the Colossus. The charming brute at the entrance unceremoniously patted down the guest and asked him a series of philosophical questions. Guy seemed to be holding up well, even though his memory was failing him again, and he managed to come up with a convoluted argument about a special warrior's path, life as a struggle, overcoming obstacles, and the bitter fate of the weak. The brute nodded approvingly and began to praise – especially himself and his hall, saying that after just a few months of training, you would be a different person, Guy, you could wrestle a bear unarmed and swim across the inner sea on your hands. Then, he modestly added: a week of training costs 47 lungworts. Guy, already completely intoxicated by the atmosphere of this masculine haven, agreed, and then thought – so, will I have three lungworts left in my pocket? And also, they say that being drunk is expensive... Still, he liked the training, and after a couple of hours of weightlifting in the strength training room, he really started to feel stronger.
And when evening finally came, he finished the last task for the day – Guy, as much as he didn't want to, ended up taking a job as a general laborer. Of course, with the prices in Lungwort, this salary is almost the same as having no salary at all, but it's enough for another week in the training hall or a glass of vodka, and that's still better than sitting sober in the dormitory room in the evenings, waiting for a miracle.