The air became lighter and lighter as more bodies signed and left the hall, few stayed but the room seemed less daunting. Every New-Blood had a personality, it was the first time he actually felt hope for the guild again. Many of the names burned his mind, he could see potential. 
His eyes glanced across the full paper of recruits, it may have been the first in a long while that The Hunters were openly inviting people to join the ranks, but never had he expected such a turn out. Varioyn grabbed his cloak and walked around to a few that had stayed, introducing himself. No one seemed interested in becoming apart of conversation, he didn't blame them. Most were probably nervous for the inevitable join or boot that tomorrow would seek to provide. 

[b]The day after...[/b] 

Varioyn rose and grabbed his cloak and swords, his gut twisted for those he was going to have to let go today. Varioyn was a kind man, not one to fancy bringing senseless pain to others, it was a great honor to be in the guild, at least among the humans of Drovia, it gave anyone respect no matter the race. 

As he walked down stairs he noticed yet again the large crowd gathered in the Hall of Remembrance, he stopped and looked around. "[i]Where in the hell is Javier..[/i]" he thought to himself. He shrugged it off, seeing how he may have better things to do than train a bunch of new bloods. 

[b]"Hello again everyone, I hope you slept well in anticipation for your tests.."[/b] Varioyn gave a slight smirk. [b]"I'm afraid to inform you that Head-Master will not be joining us on this day as he has a important deliverer mission that was urgent for the Kings men."[/b] Varioyn's face molded back into a stern seriousness that he was partly afraid might make the crowd uncomfortable. He tried to lighten up. [b]"As Head-Master explained yesterday, you have all signed up and now will begin your trials.. We will start with the intellectual trials. A test if you will."[/b] He was surprised to not here an uproar of groans and agony set forth by education that he was so used to from his younger brethren. Varioyn laid he sword on the large wooden table across from the first of the crowd. [b]"There is old language, even I do not know on this blade, it was given to me but a old Etlock friend of mine. By his word he said it is a shard of a much larger sword called Illikorav, or 'Blood Cleaver' In Giant, now I speak of this because your first question is. Who was the first Titan, born of ash and also known as the Father of the giants?[/b] Varioyn panned the group as the question set it. [b]Your second question is How was the Hunters guild come to be?[/b] A simpler question he thought, but it opened the end of history not normally studied. He looked down at his pencil scratched paper, that was the last question provided by Ash. He looked up quickly not to give his struggled facial expression away. [b]Last question.. What city must you never step foot in, for it is the source of all death and darkness?[/b] He looked up to the map on the wall behind him, to the west past Lothadia.. Darkness. Varioyn moved out of his seat and looked around. Once those are answered, we will move on.