[color=fb4f4f][u][b][center][h3]Cecelia[/h3][/center][/b][/u]

	Cecelia wanted to ease the almost-panicked look on Elisha's face when she responded, but some trumpets blasted, preventing any further conversation. [i]I'll just tell her later. Assuming we're in the same group.[/i] When Cecelia got to the palace, as the crier said, there was a signup sheet. Cecelia writes down her information: 

"Cecelia		Bamburgh	Thief	Dagger/Illusion"

	Cecelia finished the signup sheet and filed in to the main room of the palace, as the others before her have done. Once inside, Cecelia looked at all the other people that signed up and entered. [i]Wow. They're paying all of these people? two thousand gold? They must be rich here.[/i] Fingering the hilt of her dagger the back of her belt, remembering her sister, the one who gave it to her. Well, it wasn't her sister-by-blood, but that's what they called each other, because they looked so similar and were almost inseperable. [i]Until that day...[/i] Cecelia's previous upbeat mood suddenly changed to a sad grimmace. [i]She didn't even do it... That rich bastard...[/i] Cecelia grips the handle of her dagger hard, trying not to slide it out, avoiding any conflict with guards. She's already wary of the guards due to some previous, um, "business" in this town a while back that went awry.[/color]


[color=14cedb][u][b][center][h3]Brennen Garron[/h3][/center][/b][/u]

	Brennen got excited by the trumpets sounding, because he knew that meant it was time to get ready for fighting. [i]Can't wait to show off my skills. Maybe someone will learn a little.[/i] As he approached the signup sheet, he got more and more excited.

	"Brennen Garron		Warrington	Tactitian	No Specialty 
								(katana, short swords x2,
								low-lvl blk magic)"

	Brennen scoffed at the words "weapons/magic specialty" and mumbles "Specialty. Tactics is my specialty, you asses." After signing up, Brennen then moved to a back wall of the palace, waiting to be assigned and sent out.[/color]