A tall high elf by the name of Faieya would come across the elegantly scripted poster, her steps soon coming to an abrupt halt as she spots the brilliant logo. One hand resting idly in the pocket of her coat, the fabric flapping in the strong winds of Sutica as she raises her left hand to meet with the parchment. A pale digit would trace the outline of the red droplet, gaze dancing over the words and images of uniforms as she takes them in. Not an instant later, she'd step back, a single quiet word being uttered before she paces off again. “Yikes.”