Aletta couldn't stop the smile of excitement from crossing her lips. Well this was certainly a day that she had been looking forward to for a long time. Finally, she was going to begin her training to become a Craftknight! She couldn't believe that it was going to happen. She would meet so many people and possibly travel the world. She couldn't wait.

"Hey, Tal, aren't you going to be late?" Her brother's voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she noticed him lounging in the door way. Ah, yes. She needed to get there on time first.

"Don't you have better things to do?" she asked softly as she pulled on her boots before strapping her quiver to her back, making sure it was filled with arrows, and grabbing her bow. She held it gently, almost lovingly, before she moved to leave.

"More important than wishing my little sister luck? I don't think so," he smiled slightly, patting her shoulder. "You'll do great."

"Thanks," Tal responded.

"But really, get going."

Rolling her eyes at her brother Tal moved past him, quickly getting out onto the streets. She took off in a light jog. The armour she wore was predominantly leather and chain mail and was made to be relatively light. She was glad to find she wasn't exactly late, though there were already a few people there. She kept a light smile on her lips, though the sight of Carthanach shocked her. She removed the simple necklace she wore around her neck, her token, and handed it over to the summoner. She was excited to get started.

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So this was Degar? Well, it certainly was an... interesting place. Sairse's sharp hazel eyes glared from under her hood as she inspected her surroundings as she easily moved through the people around her towards her destination. She would have liked to get a proper feel for this place but unfortunately she did not have much time left. As she continued to move her hands fell to her hips where her daggers were held. It was an almost cautious gesture. After all she did not want to be in a new place without the weapons. She was always ready for trouble, and it was something she seemed unable to avoid. Maybe she caused the trouble. That did not matter as long as she survived it. 

Finally she reached the fountain, taking a quick note of those that were already there. Though her face was mostly expressionless her eyes were cold, almost judging, as she took each in and tried to work out what they were like. Though she was rather short, almost unassuming, there was a certain danger to her look. There was already a certain disdain growing in her mind for the scared looking girl. She could see how the beast could come across as intimidating to some... but she viewed those scared by it as weak. They were going to come across many more 'scary' things while training. She tilted her head slightly as her gaze found the summoner before stepping forward silently to hand over her token, the now broken dagger that had been her fathers.