The applicants had been sitting in the guild hall for almost an hour before Hajin walked through the doors, and most of them had already run out of things to talk about.
The big man in heavy plate armor, a mercenary named Gorren, was leaning back against the wall near the entrance with his thick arms folded over his chest. He had been staring at the ceiling for the last fifteen minutes, bored out of his mind, when the guy next to him nudged his shoulder.
"That's him," the guy whispered, tilting his head toward the front doors.
Gorren lazily rolled his eyes toward the entrance and watched a young man with dark silver hair walk in alongside a white-haired beastkin girl.
He didn't look impressed.
"That's the royal recommendation kid?" he muttered, looking him up and down. "He looks like he just rolled out of bed."
