Zhaira looked up at the young man sitting opposite her. He seemed like an experienced traveller; worn clothes and a walking staff. And rather eager. Perfect. Perhaps not a fighter, but she wouldn't likely need any bodyguards for her mission. No, she'd get to Voro safely. For the time being, she simply needed to go along with the 'traveller group' pretense. "Ahh, you're the first applicant. Sign here, and you're an official member."

"Excellent, thank you. My name is Tarvellin, Tarvellin Verinos."
"It's my pleasure, Tarvellin."

A few moments passed in which Tarvellin signed his name and returned the list to her. At that moment someone else approached her. Or rather... something else.

A demonic creature, with red skin and a tail. An awful smell accompanied him. Zhaira was immediately repulsed. "Y-y-you want to join? You're serious? Oh, well I-I-I suppose, if you must. Sign here. This is Tarvellin Verinos, our first applicant." She slid the signauture list over to the creature, not wanting to touch it.

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Daxten watched as the demonic creature signed his name, he wanted to join too, but after seeing who he would be accompanying, he was having second thoughts. Anyways his parents had always told him never to judge a person’s personality on what they looked or smelled like on the outside. Plus he wasn’t one to talk either, if people knew his true nature they might think the same thing. He walked up to the female, shyly; he hadn’t spoken to many females; his parent never let him have a relationship. He had lost his memory, and couldn’t remember anything. Some people took him in, and took care of him. They said that they where his parent, and he felt no reason why they shouldn’t be. His parent had been the ones to tell him he was a Scism, and had described how evil they were. So he had vowed never to look to deep into his past, so that he would never unlock that …monster.
“Hi my names Daxten, I would like to join”

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