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-- Gai. From the West. Not very confident in his convictions. He's always been a mercenary, it's in his blood. I'm like your drunk old man -- I can knock someone out cold in an instant, but sometimes I miss, sometimes I get hit in the head and go down, and so on. In short, I'm not a master swordsman, I'm not a perfect soldier, I'm not a Telos universal killing machine -- Gai has already seen Asterion. Who is this guy? Is he just some random dude, a personal bodyguard for some aristocratic father, or maybe even a husband? -- But I am an experienced warrior, and every other blow I strike is devastating. And also, I know how to work stealthily when needed, and this friend of mine -- Gai gently patted the flamberge on its guard -- won't be a hindrance to me.
— My father didn't drink much, but he was incredibly strong, so the comparison is clear, — the girl liked Gai's boastful yet humble answer. The phrase "not very confident in his convictions" was slightly unsettling. However, the occultists in Lungwort say they couldn't penetrate, but you can find common ground with everyone else. — I'll be glad to work with you, Gai.