You shamble your way up to the High Executor, his finely pressed robes making you self conscious of your lowly attire. Even before he acknowledges your presence you get the sense he is irritated and pressed for time. He looks up at you, squints as if puzzled, then pulls a small scroll from a pocket that you might not have guessed was even there. At a glance, you see the it labeled "New Recruits". He proceeds to scan the piece of paper in front of him, running a bony finger down a list. Squinting once more with discontent, Teirvel looks back up at you.

"And you are?..."

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