Orac heard Varioyn speak about the 'aptitude' tests and muttered [color=9e0b0f]"Me take a test? You have got to be joking, I have never had to take a test in my life, can they not see how ready and able I am? Oh well I better answer I don't want to get kicked out in front of all these guild starters".[/color]

Orac lifted his hand to the paper in front and started to write, [color=9e0b0f]"OK question one"[/color] Orac inked Oric was born of ash. 
He then moved on to question 2.

[color=9e0b0f]"HM tough one however I believe this to be Etlock Barve but I am not totally sure, ah screw it"[/color] and inks it anyway. Orac then moves on to question 3. 

He pens simply, elite crew of assassins. 

Orac sat back in his chair and crossed his legs waiting for the slower guild members to finish looking over to his right he see's (@Fetzen) Grol digging his finger in to his nose and quickly wiping it away.

putting his legs straight and slight moving forward again back to his desk Orac pulls a bottle of cider from his satchel and begins taking sips swigging it around his mouth like he was sitting in the village dentist throne awaiting a procedure. 

He could hear people all around him whispering and confirming answers even though they were told not to - "Pfft god damn cheaters didn't they hear what the guy said?"