[center][h2][color=5C5252]Signar Wayland[/color][/h2][/center][hr]While Signar wasn't completely immune to the worries of whether his performance had been adequate for admission, he did find a way to distract himself shortly after the trials. Maintenance for much of the generic equipment held by the Knights was carried out by some of the blacksmiths in the city, and he had paid some of them a visit. None of them were willing to entertain the idea of hiring him on just yet while he was waiting on admission, but he did manage to get a foot in the door with one or two. 

Well hopefully it didn't come to that. It would be a bit depressing to just end up working at a blacksmith after he hopped borders and spent a long time on the road. His savings were much diminished though, so he wouldn't have much choice in the matter. 

Bah, it was too early in the morning to have such doubts. Even if he was a bit tired from a late evening, the warm sun and fresh air did wonders to wake Signar up. It was a far cry from the heavy air that clogged the lungs with each breath in Lanhelm. A welcome change that he could still appreciate even after nearly a year later. 

There were many things he missed about the bustling and industrial city though. With so many craftsman in one place, it was practically alive at all hours of the day. Those willing to become night owls had less peers to compete with when it came to the shared workspace. As a result, there were all sorts of other businesses and services that cropped up. One could find something to eat, even at the latest of hours. 

Then again, this was Grayle's capital, so it was practically just as busy. He had little trouble noticing a vendor peddling fresh, hot foodstuff, and he broke away from the congregation of applicants for a brief moment. It wasn't like he'd be unable to see if he was at the back of the pack. From his few months spent in Grayle, it had been rare to see anyone break six feet. 

By the time he returned to the courtyard, it seemed like the other applicants had settled in for a wait. Conversations had already started to pick up as there was no sign of any one stepping onto the stage yet. No staff waiting for them in the courtyard. Naturally some of the more nervous ones kept to themselves, but Signar looked among the crowd for his sparring opponent. He had been a pretty decent guy, and Signar wouldn't have minded chatting to kill the time. 

He might have been an applicant, but Signar had to admit that Charles certainly had a noble bearing to him. He had introduced himself politely, if a bit softly for Signar to hear over the crowd's excitement. An elegant fighter that drew a sharp contrast to Signar's more brutish swings, but neither haughty nor arrogant. It had been a bit rattling to realize just how easily his attacks were guided away given the disparity in size and physique, but he supposed that's where a lifetime of training came into play. 

Using up one of his Replicas had at least let Signar surprise his opponent, but unsurprisingly, the noble had his own magic to counter with as well. The smoke hadn't so much cleared as it had been blown away by a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye he had found the other boy's rapier pressed against his neck. A rather decisive end to the drawn out spar, but one Signar couldn't even be too mad about. He wasn't skilled, there was no changing that, but thanks to his opponent allowing the match to drag on? Signar had been able to show off what he did have. 

Picking just one noble out of the crowd of hundreds was tough going though, even with his height allowing him to scan over their heads. In the end, his attention settled on the oddity hopping around like a rabbit at the back of the crowd. The blonde hair was frankly a bit too common for Signar to recognize who they were from the back.

Julian probably would have noticed the shadow that suddenly loomed over her. Or maybe the smell of freshly baked bread and fried meat caught her attention. Whatever the case was, Signar cleared his throat as he finished swallowing. [color=5C5252]"Mornin'. Need some help pushing to the front of the crowd?"[/color]

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