Jere Locklear was one of the first to sign up- he assumed due to his having slept in the square- although it was more due to the massive and intimidating beast that loomed over his head. Bo's shadow cast over the court official, who's view of the sun was cleanly blocked out by the wolf. Unimpressed, the woman calmly handed him a quill pen, she pointed down at one of the lines,
"State your name here." And she shifted her finger to the next lines on the paper, "Then your hometown. Your class and what you use as a weapon." The elf nodded, signing in his name,
"Garrowtree." He murmurred as he spelled out the common tongue name of his elven home. The village was a several days trek away, nestled deep in a forest and carved into the trees there. He glanced up at the official,
"Hey uh- do I have to sign for-"
"The creatures that you bring with you do not count, no." She cut off, seemingly becoming impatient with all the time it took him fill out a simple form. Jere bowed his head as he filled out the final sections.
"Step aside," she advised, "we will send over group members that best fit with you." She took the pen from him and gestured to an area away from the signing tables.
The beast tamer brushed his hand against Bo's shoulder, guiding the wolf to where they should wait. He wondered who he would be teamed up with. They had no magic or weapons, save for the whip the Jere barely ever used, so most of their attacks were close range. For their team to be successful he'd need someone who could deal with magic and someone else that could deal with heavy blows- or perhaps even someone who could deal with long range attacks.
He scanned those lined up, piecing together from their weapons and outfits who he might end up with. By his side Bo yawned, throaty and loud.
