Samuel just entered the capital city, and was unfortunately in a hurry. The camp he made the night prior took significantly longer to take down than he expected, causing him to nearly miss the festival. This was the entire reason he even left for the capital! Sometimes, Samuel wonders if he has even changed from the brat he used to be... No, now is not the time for those thoughts! Samuel shakes his head and sighs at the work he has ahead of him. He could really go for some tea right now. But it's like that old man always used to tell Samuel, "Life always goes on, whether you're there for it or not". Samuel holds the small dove, Gabriel, closer to his chest as he marches into the city.
	Dozens of shops littered the city streets and while many of them were tempting to the tired old man, especially a somewhat busy looking inn that had a kid leaping out of a wi-... Samuel could really go for some tea right now. He feels the small bundle of feathers he is carrying begin to stir, alerting him to just how close he is to missing the initiation. Going as quickly as his old legs allowed, he maneuvered around the crowds with agility that was very uncharacteristic of his age. Gabriel lightly coos, alerting Samuel to the crowd that is growing in the distance. Silently thanking his feathered friend, Samuel made his way to the crowd of nobles and summoners. Samuel acted oblivious to those nearby who sneered at his dingy clothes and unkempt appearance. He has no right to judge them, that was simply how they were raised. A woman who appeared to be a part of the people organizing the initiation turned to Samuel. "Sir, please line-up over there, with the other candidates". Smiling and nodding in appreciation, Samuel turned to go to the back of one of the lines.
	Upon making it to the back, Samuel raised his calloused hand at the other late arrivals and responded to them in a soft, nurturing voice. "It is good to meet you all, and I hope the lord gives you all strength for the challenges that lay ahead."