Wait a minute... mind-reading magic ? If one was looking for someone intimidating and freaking strong, Grol was a very good choice. But magical proficiency was a no-no. It only helped boosting the plunge in sympathy that Volric now experienced. Mind-reading... if he had just known that before without them knowing that he knew! It would have been thinking [i]Asshole! Asshole! Asshole![/i] all the time and chuckling afterwards because they wouldn't have been able to blame him for what he was [b]privately[/b] thinking about.

The Etlock really hoped that there would be a second, individual meeting to discuss the test's results. It would give him an opportunity to speak openly about certain things... The worst consequence of this revelation however was that his gleeful anticipation of the physical tests had been completely spoiled. If mind-reading was the first thing the hunter's guild confronted its recruits with, what would be the next ? Telling them to run in circles not in order to see who could go the longest distance, but who would be the first one to stand up and claim that the task was nonsense, thereby presenting another bit of mental superiority ?

Grol went out, slowly following the trail of people that tried to arrange itself in the shape of a line. And then there was the line breaker. A line breaker that looked damn familiar and was approaching him with her sails fluttering in the wind so to speak. A subtle smile started to conquer the Etlock's normally rather grim looking face.

[color=f7941d]"You can still bail out!"[/color] Grol raised his hand and stretched the thing out for her to grab and shake. [color=f7941d]"Aren't these garments horribly inadequate for this ?"[/color] He himself was wearing pretty much the same things he had worn the day before, and the day before that: Black fur and many patches of dark leather stitched together to form an intimidatingly large coat that went down to his knees. Beneath that, a thin layer of cloth was covering his skin, and thin, but still observeable was the flab that was bulging over his girdle. [color=f7941d]"How are you doing ?"[/color]