Kyik'thai had been sitting on a treebranch outside of the Hall of Remembrance for some time, watching the other applicants and members wandering in and out of the building, when she noticed the position of the sun for the first time that day. She was still unused to the time scales of the surface dwellers and their concept of day and night, but even so, she could tell that she had accidentally waited too long. She was late. Mild humiliation both prompted her to drop off of the tree and make her way inside, past the superterranean races.

The assortment of would-be Hunters was impressive and disappointing at once. Most of the hopefuls didn't even look as though they had killed [i]anything[/i] yet, much less anything threatening. But there were some who caught her eye - and ears. In particular, one 'Etlock' as she had learned they were called, was even taller than she was, even if only by one inch - and looked like he weighed no less than six times as much. A part of her hoped she would work with the man in the future - he seemed dangerous, and therefore safer to travel with than others. Another part wanted to avoid him as much as possible out of self preservation.

The line to Varioyn was still quite long, as the room was incredibly crowded. She knew what lines were, of course - they were present everywhere. But that didn't mean she couldn't play the part of the clueless foreigner if someone complained. That was a specialty of hers. A few minutes of listening in on the introductions told her what she assumed she needed to know, and she slipped into the line. A wide smile baring her downright [i]violent[/i] teeth ensured the human man she cut in front of wouldn't complain at all. When she turned toward Varioyn and the front of the line, she heard the man behind her quickly shuffle himself to the back of the line.

Some short time passed, and she arrived at the front of the line, now certain that she was supposed to state her name and what she wanted. [i]I am Kyik'thai Tvikiir, and I'm here to find proper work[/i], she wanted to say to the man before her. Varioyn was his name, apparently.

[color=8882be]"Kyik'thai Tvikiir. Want house money."[/color]

It didn't come out quite how she wanted it to. She was clearly several years from being properly conversational - and it didn't help that she was slightly nervous, being the only Sviirog in the building. At least it was vaguely understandable, even if she did sound like a moron.

Her own words gave her a bit of a jolt, and she hurriedly scribbled her family sigil on the sign-in sheet, along with what she assumed to be the right spelling of her own name in the common tongue. She dropped the quill back into the ink bottle and spun to shove her way through the crowd, toward the door. The enormously tall Etlock and some others who didn't appear to be cut from the same cloth as the rest of the applicants seemed to be on their way to the door as well.