A women would shuffle over to the recruitment desk dressed in modified Jundi armor. She'd hold a gauntlet out and slide the application over towards the corner where she stands gazing it over "Mnn yada yada farfolk, yada yada cleanse the world of filth? The feik kinda reason is that? What're we crusaders?" She'd briefly pause at reading it before continuing on "Enos, merchant." She'd flick her eyes up at the almost completely empty recruitment desk before grabbing the only other item with a shrug. She'd prepare some wax and drip it over the top right corner and slam the stamp down on it "Accepted" is now imprinted in the wax as it dries. She'd set the stamp down and pick up the application waving it lightly in the air as she heads out of the room "Oi weirdos we go a live one!" She'd shout through the barracks halls.
((Apparently you already know Ibraheem he can get you a uniform, ask him about the training date and he can add you to the chat.