Waiting was the worst... well, maybe not as bad as being trapped in the rotting entrials of a massive deceased worm, but other than that it was the worst, and waiting with a ceremony involved was the worst of the worst. (Aside from the whole worm thing.) Chance was slouched over his own fist, cramming his lips up into his eye. He paid heed to nothing save for one thing, his name.

"It's about time," he grumbled when he was called. He had been slumped against the back wall, his sword drawn, his shield easy to hand and slung on his belt, and his pack and supplies slung over his shoulder. Wait... pack and supplies? Was he expecting immediate deployment? He sized up everybody he walked past, taking note to glance behind him as he came. However, something different came over him, something he had never felt before. Loyalty welled up inside of him, a massive well. Just glancing at the others, it was safe to say that he would die for them, he would doom the world if there was a hostage situation and he held the key to survival, he would willingly give it up to a villain if it meant there was a sleight chance that the villain wouldn't kill his new associates anyway. In fact,this loyalty extended clear unto newcomers he had not met yet. He would never accept any slander against them, but would willingly accept any deception on their behalf. He was driven to overcome any obstacle just because they were buds... ur... coworkers?

Rather than a long smeal that captured his personality perfectly for an introduction, he began assessing people in the room if they needed a group of knights to resolve their needs. Maybe 12 pigs needed to be killed in the open territory, maybe somebody lost a broach, or perhaps someone has heard strange noises emanating from an old house. It was a story old as time, boy comes to new place, boy has to kill 12 porcine of the indigenous environment, boy gets items that makes his old stuff look like crap.