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Judging by the strain in her voice, the logic in her words, and the fanaticism in her bold, half-asleep eyes, it was clear that she was completely insane. However, one shouldn't expect anything less from the Butcher of Baldr. Lester didn't find anything in the faces of those present that was worth paying attention to, but he couldn't help but be amused by the staged interaction between Gulveig of Baldr and her henchman. From the outside, it might seem as if a random mercenary was setting a good example for the others and proceeding with the appropriate procedures for acceptance, breaking the ice of distrust within the group, but this could only deceive someone who was unaware that they had been working together behind the scenes for a long time.
Amused by this thought, Vargas almost missed the moment when Gulveig of Baldr approached him.
- Nightblade of the West and East... - he said casually, looking away and displaying an expression of lazy professionalism.
- I am the one who does the job well, - he added, standing next to Gulveig of Baldr and fixing his gaze on her, pulling back half of his cloak, revealing and patting Widowmaker and Swinecleaver.
Gulveig of Baldr's eyes did not express understanding, which gave them a rather menacing look at that moment, so he added:
- Special operations, reconnaissance, counterintelligence... elimination.
The girl tried to make a understanding expression on her face.
- So, that's how it is... Mr. Nightblade of Death, uh... well... In many situations, I will need speed, and therefore I would prefer to know, if not a name, then some shorter form of address. Think about it. However, given my responsibility to the adventurers' guild, you will also have to tell me your name, perhaps privately. Otherwise, welcome.
Veritta really liked Gulveig's speech, although most of it had already flown out of her head a minute later. But the intonations alone were enough to inspire even the most sullen mercenary.
-Gul-veig of Baldr, - Anemone pronounced the complex name syllable by syllable, -in my homeland, many also worship the mistress of the sea. And although this young current differs from the true teachings of the ancestors, we are united by similar ideals. So I am glad that you will be our leader! Or should I say leaderess?... - the girl politely bowed to the Arterian. -Oh yes, my name is Veritta, with two "T"s. I am from Anemone, and as you may have guessed, I follow the paths of the great spirits of nature. I am currently traveling and have only recently arrived in this bright land, and I have joined your group of adventurers to help those in need and earn some local trinkets. I fight with a two-handed sword, - the girl raised a heavy blade in front of her with some effort, -using the techniques of the sword of dawn. Or rather, uh... for now, just one... - she quickly blushed. -But I already have all the necessary knowledge, - Veritta touched her forehead with her index finger, -so as long as my hands serve me, there will be many more of them over time. In general, I am very glad to meet you!
- It's nice to meet you, Veritta, and I'm glad to see such sincere and good intentions.
"If only everyone was like that, and not 'Nightblade', 'Nightblade'..."
- Given the nature of our work, be prepared for difficult trials to preserve them, but I am on your side. (Glancing at the girl's weapon) I would be happy to see you in action!
Listening to Gulveig, Atarax looked intently at her neck and mouth. He wondered how her throat worked. How she makes all these sounds and what sound is in general.
- Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... working throat... hmm...
- I apologize... - Atarax's incoherent mumbling made one think something was wrong, was he really okay? - Atarax, right? Tell me more about yourself.