Robert stood before the beurocrat, writ of enlistment to the Company still in hand. A hand that gripped his paper roughly with excitement over the proceedings. He'd been working for years to be able to make it into some for of service to his Lurish countrymen. What better works than helping to expand? 
   "Yes sir, Malcolm is my father. We have been out of touch, I was not aware that he was still serving. Perhaps he'll be among the Company."
   The man continued to review his papers, mumbling more administrations, before standing to present Robert his hand in acceptance. Robert jumped forward to take his hand, excitement alight in his eyes. He'd been fairly confident in the possibility of his acceptance, but actually hearing it was something else. He shook the administrator's hand roughly, nearly shouting his thanks.
   "Oh, thank you sir! Eastward? Is there a landmark the Company is gathering at?"