Well done, DinHot. Excellent start! However, a few points still need to be refined... For example, Albin is still just a graduate of the Invisible Hand school (I will soon finish writing about how he took the exam), and therefore they couldn't have given him an assignment worth as much as 1000 gold (he is still far from being a professional). Let Glenger be that small Stronghold where he received his training?
For now, I will post another excerpt!

A scout must kill his victim or die himself, so as not to live with the stain of shame.

So, at the beginning, it is worth describing in more detail the area where our story unfolds. Dark Elves have always preferred to live in dungeons, but this small Stronghold was built on the surface and not at all for a paradise and carefree life, but for continuous clashes with demons, because this city stood on the border with the lands of the Demon Lord (or whatever his name is). That is why, about 50 km from this Stronghold, lava rivers began, where the ground was so hot that it burned your feet, even if you were wearing boots. This was the first torment of the Demon Lord for those who dared to disobey his will and attack the fortresses of hell. But around our town, where Albin received his training, everything was not so gloomy. Within a radius of 30 km from it stretched a bare steppe. Further, on one side (as we already mentioned, there were the lands of demons), and on the other, the forests of the elves gradually grew. The war with the demons united the forest and dark elves, forcing them to forget about their own animosity, at least for a while. The forests of the elves were in the north, the lands of the demons in the south, and impassable mountains and volcanoes rose to the east and west, where terrifying and almost invincible magma dragons roamed. And at an altitude of many thousands of meters, on the eternally snow-capped peaks, there were small settlements of dwarves who tried to stay away from the eternal and bloody battles of Good and Evil. Now, dear reader, can easily imagine the small piece of land on which our story unfolds.