Thad got in line with the others. While he waited his hand kept drifting to his side where his sword was now missing. He didn’t want to chance having a sword causing trouble. He had also left Thuraman behind, though even without it near he knew that he could simply call it to his side if he needed it. It didn’t take long for Thad to reach the front of the line where a young woman sat with a bored expression on her face. “Name?” She asked without ever looking up from the piece of parchment in front of her. “Thad,” He replied a slight bit of nervousness in his voice. “You are number forty-two,” She said, handing him a wood plaque with the number on it. “Go through the door on your right and talk to the weapon master.” Thad took the wooden plate and placed it on his tunic before walking through the door. As he entered the noise on the other side hit him hard. The sound of metal on metal and the aroma of oil leather.
