[center][h3]PRT Headquarters[/h3][/center]

Remora had received a call later that evening, once he arrived he would be directed to a room similar to the one he'd first arrived in. Within he would find the Protectorate hero [url=http://cdn.akamai.steamstatic.com/steam/apps/315190/ss_6bd156f4897eb82560bb8c98b111e69d4c628984.600x338.jpg?t=1457447848]Inkscape[/url] sitting with two neatly arranged stacks of paper waiting for him. One stack was the heavily indented stack of paperwork Remora had filled out and the other was a much nicer looking stack that was lacking the same... energetic impressions in the paper. It seemed Inkscape had taken it upon himself to make sure Remora's documents were presentable. Upon Remora entering the room Inksacpe would look up cheerily, [color=yellow]"Ah good, you're here. I just need you to confirm some of your information, take an oath, get an understanding of your power, and we can get you out of here in no time: or find something for you to do if you'd prefer. Sound good?"[/color] The hero's overly large eyes peered at Remora in a friendly fashion, waiting expectantly.