Privy stood and was excited. Even though performing for kids was fun, he was ready for a new change of pace in his life. His axe hovered beside him, following him in the line for applying to this guild of hunters. "You do know that I'm not going to fight, right?" Cliff the axe said, with a rather echoey voice that reminded you of a lord of crime. His intentions were fair, just cursed with that sort of voice. Privy turned to his comrade and winked. "I wouldn't expect you to, friend. Sometimes a man just needs a brother to come along with him in his wacky antics, eh?" Privy cheerfully said as he nudged his axe friend. "... you're lucky that I can't actually do anything without you." exclaimed the axe as the two moved farther up in line. It took a while to notice that there was a large amount of Etlocks present in the line, and unfortunately, all of them seemed brutish. That was depressing, as Privy hoped that at least one of them would be close enough for him to relate to, but that was not the case.
Soon it got to the point where Privy and Cliff were at the front of the line, and it was time to sign up for this guild of hunters. Privy grabbed the quill and began to sign his name, which was actually legible compared to the words that were written by earlier applicants that equalled shit on paper. "Jameson Privy, Magician. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance." Privy finished his signature and moved to the side, allowing other applicants to sign up.
