[!] An old man, wearing the standard of the Golden Crow, looks upon you with dull eyes. Tapping the paper with the end of his quill,, he asked:
“Name, boy?”: Erik Trauner
“Hrmph, so be it. Where ye be from?”: Siegrad.
Clearing his throat, he then asked, “Any experience fightin’? O’ at anything, really?”: Aye, I'm good with the blade.
“Mhrmm.. what be yer reason for joiningarrow-10x10.png?”: "Once a Crow... Always a Crow.."
Do ya have ah profession?”: Wood cuttin'
“Anything else ye wanna add, lad?”: No, old man
Once finished, the old man nodded and gave a wave of dismissal to you, beckoning the next in line to follow suit. [!]