Valentin was in despair. He wasn't able to shape his troop.
"A soldier is abnormally expensive here!" he complained to Hermann.
"What does a normal soldier mean to you? What do you actually want?" Hermann asked, wearily looking up from his bills.
"He wants for a penny many nickels!" Maria-Cecilia said angrily, rattling dirty dishes.
"Well," Valentin said dreamily, ignoring Maria-Cecilia.
- it must be a man, aged 21-28, meter eighty;
- he has an own horse;
- nondrinker;
- does not require advance, anyway, he will drink it away and lower it on whores;
- armed with a saber, normal and not that shit that your khan is arming;
- bow, arrows, for 2-3 normal battles.
But, noticing that no one was listening to him, he offendedly continued to eat his soup.