The prison cart pulled up out front of the Adventures Guildhall. Zavim could feel the gaze of those on the street, and those looking out from their windows. A guard unlocked the cage, and tossed a bundle of clothes at the Half Orc. Zavim caught it and looked at the guard. A fire behind his eyes betrayed his anger. Was he really going to get changed, here in the middle of the street? Was that really what they expected of him? To treat him like an animal. 
As Zavim begun to undress two of the guards smirked at each other. Seemingly glad they had reduced this man to little more than a beast. 
When filled dressed, a guard grabbed Zavim and pulled him from the cage, before pushing his face into the dirt. Zavim didn’t even try to fight back. Knowing full well that any attempt would make his situation worse. A mage wearing the Royal insignia exited the Prison Cart’s cabin. They pressed a brand onto the back of Zavim’s neck, leaving a sizzling sigil branded onto his skin. The guards continued to man handle Zavim as they lifted him up and rolled up one of his sleeves. The mage placed a different brand on his left forearm. “These will make sure you serve term, and not break any more laws.” The mage explained before opening a case to reveal two wands. “These will be returned to you for the duration of your mission. Nod if you understand.” Zavim nodded. The mage continued his briefing. “You will answer to SRIKANDI NAGASARI. Nod if you understand.” Zavim nodded again. The mage smiled and handed him the case. Accepting the case, he turned to face the building as the guards and mage filed back into the Prison Cart. 
So this was the start of his adventure… 

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It took some time to navigate the guildhall. He noticed people were less inclined to help a conscript than a volunteer. Though after a few minutes of searching, and a couple more to make sure he was well presented, and had his wands stowed in their respective holsters, he knocked on the door of the meeting room, and tentatively pushed it open.