" What do you say? Will you take up arms in Ariel's name and in doing so take up the duty she has bestowed upon us to keep the races of this land from harm?"
The man in red and yellow robes said, continuing to speak afterwards. He was at the moment talking to John Lartius Fredfort, an elderly man with a bushy beard and gentle blue eyes.
Lartius waited for the robed one to finish before he spoke: "Oh.. Hmm.. Aeriel, aye? It is pleasing to see some young lads and lasses like yerself doing the goods work, we need it in troubled times like this.. Perhaps... Trouble does always haunt us, anyhow. Let us arrangere a time to meet. I'm interested in this group of yours."
And with that the elderly man turned on his heels, starting to trudge off with walking cane in hand, only to halt a few meters away, placing a tiny cage on the ground with a just as tiny bird in it.
"Oh. Send me a letter with this kind one here once you're ready. Aye Chap?"