He had heard the Athena Familia was still recovering from some tragedy or the other that had stricken them six years past, but, looking from the outside, it certainly looked like an exciting, rowdy place, popular enough that an excess of seven people would eagerly crash through the gates, apparently competing to see which one of them would be able to send their application first. Crazy stuff, honestly. Made Triss excited himself. After a whole two months spent on a boat, the Pallum was eager to stretch his legs, get his falna, and flex on some dungeon creeps, and though there was a part of him that worried about the Warrior’s Rest perhaps being a little [i]too[/i] full of wannabes, the size of the estate looked like it could accommodate well enough. And if not…well, Triss could just sleep outside. Master’s training readied him enough for that too.

But no! No negative thoughts! It was going to be fine. It was going to be great. He was going to have a grand ol’ time in Orario, and he was going to rub it into all the haters’ faces once he started punching out Monster Rexes.

With a spring in his step and the door already conveniently opened for him, Triss strode in confidently, thinking nothing of it as he walked right up onto the top of the messy dogpile that rudely blocked the hallway. There were grunts, of course, some curses too, but the Pallum just thought they’d ought to be thankful he wasn’t wearing something brutal like stiletto heels. He hopped down afterwards, his braid bouncing up and down as he landed, his golden eyes bouncing from one face in the pile to another. Oh, there she was, right at the bottom! Golden hair, like the rays of the summer sun, ruby eyes, glimmering like pigeon’s blood. Amongst the swath of mortality, her divine aura radiated even as if she was mobbed by eight other fellows. Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Warfare, truly must be loved, if she’d be glomped by so many random people on such a non-particular day.

No need for hesitation then.

Squatting down (for even [i]he[/i] knew that it was rude to look down upon a flattened goddess), Triss said, completely ignoring whatever other words spilled from the mound of living dead, [b]“I am Triss Honeyforge. Goddess Athena, allow me to join your familia!”[/b]

Certainly, there was a time and a place for everything. Triss simply believed that his time was the time for everything and anything, other people’s circumstances be damned.