Orville considered the portent he had received during his nightly vidual. It was one that presented an intriguing yet somewhat conundrumish task; one that he would endeavour to fulfil. Orville had spent the night in prayer seeking further direction and strength of purpose in this first step. As the cock crow heralded the dawn, Orville rose from his kneeling position crossed to the basin, splash his face with water. Smoothing his jacket he headed to the gathering. Joining the perspective recruits Orville waited to present himself for interview. Responding to motion to step forward, he bowed respectfully to those gathered at the long table.

Greetings and we'll met all here, who one doth hopes willst soon be comrades in arms. sweeping the occupants or the table with a friendly smile. One beith Devout Orville of the calling. One shallst endeavour to uphold the strictures and duties which beith inherent to such an auspicious Company. One doth welcome such opportunity to demonstrate One's skill at arms as requireth. Enquired the tall quite handsom, moderately muscled, red haired, green eyed, young man.