(Pondering, Meshiro stared down at his paper and pencil with a blank expression. Suddenly, the lad began blurting out in one of his random self rants.)

[color=0054a6]"Taha! A test of smarts, right? Childs play... Eh.. Even though I am a child, but... Alright. Ehh.. Time to answer I guess, signori."

[i]Titan Oric was born of ash...
Well, the hunters...[/i]

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(Meshiro was interrupted by a sudden yet familiar musty stench permeating his nostrils. On his side, he caught glimpse of a looming Etlock gazing at his answer sheet from above.)

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"Huh? I can smell you inching closer, and closer, so listen big fella', back off my paper before I bonk you with my staff, ok? Eh, I guess only one of us will be a hunter after all, so no worries. Teehaha."
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(Said Meshiro to the now embarrassed Etlock on his right. The Etlock cocked his head in the other direction, flushed with steam billowing from out his nostrils. The Etlock then started to cheat off a nearby elf paper. However, now that Meshiro is looking around, he could find so many individuals cheating. There was one human using some sort of unusual body language with his comrade to communicate answers. There was an elf holding a toxin-tipped arrow into the side of a human sitting next to him, forcing the human to cough up answers. An Etlock towards the corner of the room hung his unnecessarily shiny buckler shield against the wall at an angle that allowed him to see answers in the reflection of the shiny rampart.)

[color=0054a6]"Seems everyone is cheating in some way."

[i]Anyways... The hunters started off as an elite crew of assassins made to dispatch adversaries of the old king, but now have been reformed into trained guards of the land.

Lastly, the 'Burg'. Mhm, Finished![/i]

"Godspeed ya bub. See ya later, if ya pass! Teehahaha!"[/color] 

(Shouted the youngling as he trudged off, staff in hand.)