Lungworth

— I am Gulveig from Baldr, a representative and commander of the "Dracena" squad. My name probably doesn't mean anything to you.

Erich listened to everything else after that line. The letter stated that the reward would be distributed equally among everyone, and he didn't care much about anything else. In the worst-case scenario, he would always try to make sure he survived. So, instead of listening, he focused on observing Gulveig. How her body swayed in time with her words, how her voice rang and tinkled about something insignificant. He tried to imagine her without clothes, and what he saw pleased him greatly. Then she finished talking and began to approach the other recruits, one, then another... She frowned sweetly, trying to appear stern and serious. Suddenly, he realized that Gulveig was heading towards him. He coughed loudly and tried to gather his thoughts.
-Ahem... I apologize, my lady, your speech resonated so deeply with me that I am still recovering from the impression... My name is Erich, Erich from Royental, and my beliefs consist of admiration and even reverence for the great people of the past who lived bright and interesting lives. My skills are simple - he twirled the axe a couple of times more gracefully - and my desire to work as a mercenary comes from the fact that it is a quick way to earn money and see the world. Pleased to meet you - he extended his hand for a handshake.