Glancing up at the sun beating down overhead Rashim took note of how long it had been; two hours to get there, and roughly an hour in one of the lines. FINALLY, he was nearing the front, but that didn’t mean he was close to being done. He was thirsty, probably should have gotten the woman at the confections shop to help him after all. Poor planning on his part, Father would be angry if he knew about this. Glancing down, he realized that he should not have worn his current clothing and armor. Conditioning as he’d grown up could only take him so far, and the constant standing with the added weight was starting to throw him off a bit, or maybe it was a bit of dehydration.

“NEXT!” Came the call from twelve figures ahead of him. So close, but still far off. Once he’d passed this first ‘trial’ he was sure they offered something inside, they were a government agency, they could hardly be unprepared for what was to come. “You Pass, NEXT!”

The guard ahead of him continued. A small man in a long robe with a wiley look in his eye had the next person reveal his Sigil, which could be located at any part of the body. Lucky for Rashim, his ran from the back of his hand up past his wrist and wrapped around his forearm. His father had been fascinated by it for some time, a Sigil like his was rare, even for those who still received one of Rin’s. Flexing his hand he silently thanked the idiot who had misused fire in a crowded area full of houses and other wooden structures like tinder boxes. The wait may have been unbearable with that annoying throbbing in his hand. 

“NEXT! “ How many people had gone while he was distracted? Apparently the remainder of them. “Ahh, master Lystraan, no need to remove your Gauntlet, you may pass.” The man said with a wave then Shouted for the next person. 

The blonde hated how it made him seem overtly privileged and his evergreen eyes flickered behind him to the spectators. With a light shake of his head, the blonde moved through the large door before him next to a black wolf with a smile upon his lips. The young wolf was apparently very happy to have passed. He did not seem like one so well off. Rashim did not see his Sigil and had to wonder where it was, his back perhaps? That was a relatively popular location. 

Not the issue at the moment, he needed to get something to drink. There should be a well in the courtyard of this building…