Xavier bore a look of frustration at having to stand in the group of vagabonds and drunkards. Almost all of them were hoping to be assigned to a squad and many of them were likely to. But, the thought of serving with many of these people disgusted Xavier. His training told him that many of these men were likely to be common criminals and would die should they face a trained army. Xavier was waiting for his name to be called when he felt a man's hand slam against his back. Xavier's first reaction was to grab his sword when his hand was interrupted on its way to the hilt.

"Whoa man, don't go waving that about in a crowd like that. You will cause an all out brawl if you do that. It is just me." says the voice from behind him as it moved to face him. To Xavier's surprise, it was his father. The old man of now fifty was gruff from the long years of his life. "I.. how did you know I would be here? More so how did you know I was even alive? I have been gone for so long, you and mother should have thought me dead by now." Xavier said to his father with a look of worry. There was brief silence before Xavier's father started to answer. "I.. did think you were dead. But when I came here to bring a shipment of weapons and armor in to the Fifth Echelon. I thought to ask around about you and heard that you had signed up. I just came to say that .." his father was saying when he was interrupted by the recruiter.

Xavier heard his name called and looked over at his father. "I have to go. I will come back home whenver I have leave, I promise." Xavier says as he walks away towards the group of men and women gathering at the crate. He was deep in thought through most of the time the group walked to the tavern and barely payed attention to what everybody said. When the others were finally done, Xavier took a swig of his ale and readjusted in his tight seat. The ale tasted like it was mixed with sewer water and the tavern was made for people of smaller sizes so Xavier decided to stand up instead. 

"Well, my name is Xavier Hawthorne. I was born in Surra, more importantly the city of Banth. My father was a blacksmith and I was his apprentice from when I was nine to when I was sixteen. I left Banth and ended up in Gond. I was poor and lacked a job until I was accepted into the City Guard. I left Gond when I was twenty-seven. Let me just show you why I left." Xavier said as he pulled his left hand gauntlet off. Underneath was a mark of a circle with intertwined bands of vines that formed a capital a. "In Gond, this means I assaulted one to many people. Truth is, I did my job and they hated outsiders so I took the heaviest blows from them. Afterwards, I traveled through much of Tysus as a sellsword and came to the Alabaster City on promise of payment for a job done. Let's just say that he will not be alive if I meet him again." Xavier says as he finishes his statement. He grabed a pin which is rusted and dented on one in where the crescent of the moon bent under and attached it to the cloth from which his sword hung from.