There were a couple more newcomers that drew her attention, a large lion, and an equally large woman. Arden had calmed down, as he wasn’t used to such a large group. He was quite fascinated by the Leonin who had introduced himself as Swiftpaw, perhaps given they were half brethren.

This made the Valkyrie happy the guild was that of a melting pot of people. This place was pretty lively and she may have to watch herself later on. Although it seemed pretty exciting and she looked forward to it compared to her old slow paced life. 

Suddenly a man, who was a bit on the small side, had begun to speak. He had such a demanding voice it seemed that the entire hall had stopped to listen. When he introduced himself as the master, Solan suddenly felt as if she had somehow disrespected him by not noticing him in the first place. He didn’t seem mad, however, and gave a very lovely speech that made the nervous knots in her stomach disperse. 

It was then when Makarov, as he called himself, said they were accepted into Iron Tree just like that. There wasn’t any initiation, test, or even an essay to fill out. She figured Makarov had a good sense of character judgment, and maybe got the gist of who they were when they didn’t know he was present. Either way, Solan was ecstatic, and gave her griffin a tight squeeze much to his distress, flapping her wings rather excitedly. 

“I can’t believe we made it in! Oh goodness, thank you so much, Master, sir! I’m Solan and this is Arden. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”