[b]Vates – Golden Mercenaries’ Base[/b] 
Vates strolled through the base, observing all the little details and ensuring he was familiar with his surroundings. He found a couple of little spots that, if need be, would be great for hiding himself or some belongings. One included a man-made burrow beneath a large tree, one which had clearly been made a long time ago purely for the purpose of fixing a pipe that had been damaged by the trees growing roots. Vates had also taken note of various faces and groups he had come across, including where they were staying. Having gotten familiar enough with the temporary accommodation he made his way over to a group of mercenaries that were handling sign-ups. “Hello again! You signing up?” asked the same burly man who had shown him around earlier. 

“Hmm… what’s the pay like?” joked Vates.

“Fucking awful! But you do get a pretty outfit and some decent company!” boomed the man. He grabbed the clipboard with a signup sheet and was about to hand it over when he hesitated, “Oh. Before you sign-up, you’re not a host are you? If you are you’ll want to head over there and join one of the [i]special[/i] squads.”

“No.” Vates lied, taking the sign-up sheet. He didn’t like revealing too much about himself, which also led him to also miss out his first name when signing the sheet. Besides from that he was hardly a powerful host and doubted he would meet the standards set by others when it came to abilities; his was simply a passive one whereas he knew many others could use theirs to wreak damage. 

“Brilliant. Glad to have you on board mate. If you follow these lads now leaving you can find a space in their barracks; it’ll give you a chance to get to know your teammates too. Suggest you get some rest cause we’ll be training first thing tomorrow.”