Posts from Lungworth Auto-translated

- So, what do you have? Show me and tell me about it.

- Well, they said it's a sea mushroom, - the old man replied and took off his pants. - Just a moment, I'll turn around.

Gullveig nods.
After sorting out the remaining issues with the guild and notifying the remaining potential allies through it (and leaving information about the meeting so that anyone who hadn't yet submitted an application could try to attend), Vegi also wanted to test her skills in a working guild.

- It seems that only one position is available to you today: r a z n o r a b o c h i

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- Yes, they said it was a sea mushroom," the old man replied and took off his pants. - Just a moment, I'll turn around.

- Well... It looks like it. I'll have to burn it out.

Is this correct?

/ I don't quite understand about "money after skipping." Does this mean that you can't gradually spend your salary on housing before skipping?/

- It seems that only one job is available to you today: a laborer.

He readily agrees to this job.
What about Asterion?

— Well, I guess... It looks like it. We'll have to burn it.

- Is it really necessary? Isn't there another way, or maybe it will go away on its own?

- Is this really necessary? Isn't there another way, or can he somehow get through it on his own?

— Nothing good comes easily in this life, except perhaps a good mood. So, let's get this sorted out with a hot iron. It might be *a little* painful, and a scar will almost certainly remain, but it's for your own good.

Willingly agrees to this vacancy.

She has lived with this ailment for so long that now she gladly takes on everything.

Didn't Ment already say that Gulveig is now willing to do anything?

— Nothing lasts forever in this life, except perhaps a good mood. So, let's treat this with a hot iron. It might be *a little* painful, and a scar will almost certainly remain, but it's for your own good.

- Well, go ahead, but please try to be careful, - agreed Kayoshi, covering his most valuable asset with his hand.

hopefully there won't be any critical misses here...

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It's a pity Anders didn't know about this...

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Gulveig is now ready for anything.

— 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.

- Well, go ahead, but please be careful, - agreed Kayoshi, covering the most valuable thing with his hand.

After a short but very painful procedure, Kayoshi's ailment was removed as if with a red-hot iron.
- By the way, this method was used in the past to mark slaves. Well, don't get sick.

However, Guy didn't have to wait long – the very next day, he received a letter: someone named Gulveig wanted to recruit him for his team. What a name... Thank your lucky stars and your ancestors that you're at least named Guy. After another shift at his miserable civilian job, he headed to the address provided. Fortunately, it wasn't far; it was just in the neighboring building of the dormitory. Guy knocked on the door.

In the working guild, Gulveig was, of course, somewhat upset by the lack of good job opportunities and the small salary, but most of all, she was upset that she didn't have enough money for decent accommodation right now – they refused to pay her salary in installments, as she completed the work. Perhaps she shouldn't have spent money on sightseeing tours right away, but what could she do.
The girl asked Asterion about his future plans and told him that she would live in the government-provided dormitory...
"Mother, I think that, given the current circumstances, we can say that we are paying for this accommodation with our own taxes, so I won't be a burden to anyone."
She gives the tiefling some advice not to get into trouble, information about where and when they meet, and where to find Gulveig if trouble does arise, and that's all...
(If the law doesn't allow sleeping on the street here, or if there are any other nuances, she also points this out, as well as the fact that it's not shameful to accept the local authorities' offer of accommodation, it's unlikely that this can be considered begging, given the temporary nature of the situation and the circumstances. But, of course, it's up to him.
And if Asterion is aware, and she knows that he is aware, then she doesn't repeat it unnecessarily.)
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However, Guy didn't have to wait very long – the very next day, a letter arrived: a certain Gulveig could take him into her team. What a name... Thank fortune and your ancestors that you are at least Guy. After another shift at his despicable job as a civilian, he went to the address indicated. He didn't have to go far, only to the neighboring dormitory building. Guy knocked on the door.

Huddled in a small room, the girl thought that maybe she shouldn't have followed Asterion's example and spent the night somewhere outside the city. Surprisingly, comfort is not always the same – sometimes nature and Mother could provide conditions no worse than those of people in a big city. But what can you do...
“Yes?” she answered the knock, thinking it was Asterion or someone from the administration.

Here's Gulveig – he even managed to get a girl to stay with him in that tiny dorm room...
“I’m here because of the ad, I’m a mercenary,” Guy announced loudly to the door.