Jaron hadn't stopped smiling since he had boarded the airship. Everything was so...interesting. The people, the weapons, hell, even the walls. He was even wowed by the fancy paper they had printed his orders on. He unfolded it and read it for the seventh time.

"You are to make your way to the meeting room, there you will meet your teammates and commander." It had taken him an hour just to find the hallway. Once he found the right room, he became sick with apprehension. What if his teammates hated him? What if his commander was mean? What if they thought [i]Serpentis[/i] was lame? What if they thought [i]he[/i] was lame? All these questions and more bounced around his mind for awhile. Eventually, he sighed and opened the door to find... a fairly mundane room empty but for a table and a blond haired swordsman. He took a seat and when the swordsman failed to speak, drew [i]Serpentis[/i].

"My name is Jaron." He smiled goofily "Swords are cool, aren't they?"