[b]Narrative: Warrior's Rest backyard.[/b]

To get to the backyard of the minor manor, one had to walk through the dining hall area, then a small corridor until you reached what could be described as a lounge or living room. A room fillwed with sofas, couches, lounge chairs, a big round rug, some larger potted plants, candlesticks and a few small tables and low bookshelves. What was more important though was the door leading out to the backyard, which was located on the rear-most wall there in that room. There were two locks on it, a thin chain and hook-type lock, as well as a typical rotary lock. Once both of these were undone, the door would open up to the outside.

The backyard itself was nothing special. A medium-sized swathe of mostly grass, a few lonely trees and a small, thigh-high fence that encirced it all. There was, of course, Brozar's forge - whih stood unerneath a makeshift roof made out of wooden scaffolding and planks. It had everything a smith could want though, a furnace, anvil, grindstone, water trough, a rack for tools and even a workbench and tanning rack. It was all rather clumped together though, but given that Brozar was a rather compact man, it didn't seem like it'd cause any issues for him personally. The rest of the backyard though? Largely just an open area, with no furniture or other decorations at all. Perfect for just lying in the grass and staring at the sun, or doing some light excersise.

[i]Inside Warrior's Rest:[/i]

When the big boaz came over and spoke, Tiramis wa sure that he would be the gruff, bellowing and demanding type - big folk were usually like that. However, she was pleasantly surprised to find the man to be not like that, but actually meek and soft-spoken, almost like a child. The tinge of nervousness in his voice was almost cute, if not for the fact that he could likely wrestle a bear ... And win. The tiny alchemist smirked at this though for a brief moment, before returning to reality and the big softie before her.

"Heya! I'm Tiramis, but just call me Tira. Everyone else does." She said in a warm greeting, having to slightly bend her neck backwards in order to look up and meet the mountain's eyes. "If you're looking to join, you'll have to speak with Lady Athena herself, she should be right down though." She continued, just catching a glimpse of the new pallum-recruit pass through the dining room, on his way somewhere else. A few moments later, the goddess with golden hair and ruby eyes strode into the mess area herself, a serene expression on her face.

"Ah, Tiramis. Is this our guest?" The Goddess asked.
"Sure is! He came along with the laundry-lady! Brozar snatched her away though. Apparently he'd been helping her all morning from the sounds of it." The alchemist said, having heard most of the conversation from outside, since Brozar wasn't exactly a quiet talker.
"Oh? That's very kind of you, sir...?" Athena trailed for a bit.
"He said he's called Torran!" Tira chimed in before the man could speak up for himself. "Apparently, he wants to join the Familia too."
"Well now, today's been a busy day." Athena said, looking a bit surprised. "So many new applicants in one morning.. You'd almost think the fates were conspiring something."
"You shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, right?" Tira laughed.
"Hmhm, I suppose." Athena laughed very softly too. "Well then, Torran, was it? If you'd like, we cam get right down to the blessing. Just come with me and we'll get started." Athena said, motioning for the man to join her.

The process would be the same, take the boaz up the stairs to the third floor, let him into her room and then they could speak more privately about what's and why's and how's there.

On a different note, Grent had been asleep this whole time. And still was.