*sitting down in his newly refurbished office, Gortan wipes a sweat drop from his brow, then, cracking his knuckles, he raises his quill, then shifts through some applications.*
Accepted, come visit me at me office, te' collect yer' uniform.
Sorry lad, ber' this doesn't seem like yer' ready for war yet. Come to me when ye' have trained yourself, make sure ye' know how te' handle a blade.
Accepted, ye' may be fresh, but ye' look able bodied to me. Come find me in me office, I'll get ye' your uniform.