Te-klak had been lying down in front of the shack- house?- for a few hours now. He'd stared at the sky, nibbling on some herbs he'd purchased earlier today. In the distance, or so it seemed, was an argument. It did not interest Te-klak, so he ignored it. Several others talked, argued and sparred as they waited, all of them ignored by the insectoid.

He simply stared up, enjoying the simple beauty of the skies and clouds, and occasional birds. It was something that never ceased to entertain him. Every cloud changed constantly, and yet, to this day, he's not seen a single cloud identical to one he's already seen. It amazed him. Despite the fact that clouds were so numerous, they had many different shapes and sizes, so many as to never repeat.

His eyes followed one cloud in particular. The winds blew south for the clouds today, and this particular cloud was in a hurry. It smashed into another cloud it seemed, and in a few short minutes it grew a tad darker. A thunderstorm was brewing. The forests could always use more water.

"Next!" A voice shouted. Te-klak turned his head, and remembered why he'd come here- more work. He sighed and sat up, making his way inside. He needed the work. The men in the robes escorted him into a room, where three people sat. "What's your name?" One of them said.

"Te-klak." He responded, plainly.

"Where do you come from?"

"The deserts in the west. Its where all my people are." He said. His voice revealed he was a bit bored.

"What do you do?"

"Mercenary work."

"What weapons do you use?"

Te-kalk, bored of talk, unsheathed a shortsword, and unshouldered his bow. "And daggers." he added.

"Do you have any magical prowess or unnatural abilities?"

Te-klak thought a moment, and shook his head.

"Anything else we ought to know?"

To the untrained eye, he nearly vanished into thin air, leaving a blur behind. The judges looked around for a few moments, before Te-klak spoke. "Up here." He said. He hung from the ceiling, behind the judges desks. "I've also been told that i'm good at finding things, even in the dark."

"W-well," One of the judges said, a little shaken at his speed. "Thank you. You certainly are a promising candidate!"

"Thanks." Te-klak responded. "But... does that mean I have a job?" he said, honestly.

"The king will decide once he's reviewed the notes." Said a judge.

Te-klak nodded and left the building. He found a spot and laid back down, watching the clouds. The thunderstorm he observed earlier was gone, but there were quite a few clouds to observe.