Kenneth gazed around the plaza, the worry on his face was easy to see. Was he right to come here? Did he even have what it took to be a huntsman? What would people think about his arm? He instinctively tugged down his right sleeve at that last thought, trying to make sure the fake limb wasn't visible at all. He knew he couldn't hide it, it was his weapon after all and he'd definitely be using it if he became a huntsman but that didn't change the fact that he was embarrassed of it. Still it was important that he at least make an effort to make this Beacon thing work.  "I'll get to see some unique weapons at least..." He muttered to himself as he adjusted his bag and walked to the entrance.