Sorian, Chorrol gates.
The guards stared at him silently for far longer than was comfortable. Neither moved and their hands remained at their swords. Sorian swallowed audibly and shifted his balance, ready to jump back at the slightest twitch of the wrong muscle. Finally though, one of them broke the silence. "Yeah, that sounds acceptable. Report to the barracks. Tell the commander that Mauvis sent you as a volunteer applicant for the Legion." He grunted.
Sorian let out a sigh of relief upon hearing that his offer was accepted but cocked an eyebrow at the title he was supposed to use. "Applicant?" He asked. "Officially, it means that you are a potential recruit of the Legion. In practice though, you get to do Legion duties free of pay as a sort of test to see if you qualify. At the end of the qualification period, which lasts three months, the commander decides if you're fit to join us. This also means that at that time you are free to reject the offer of becoming a legionnaire, if you passed the test. If you didn't pass, you're free to walk anyway."
Sorian nodded. "I see. Well thank you very much." He said and wanted to walk through the gate when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "Oh, one last thing. Remember that you're only an applicant. You don't have to follow Legion rules and regulations. Breaking them causes you to fail, but since I doubt you really want to join anyway, that doesn't matter. As long as you don't go too far, that is."
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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