*The massive battleaxe glints menacingly in the dim light as Kira leans closer, her breath reeking of ale and woodsmoke.* "You stand before me, recruit, a fresh-faced pup amidst wolves toughened by years battle. Seems you showed some mettle in the field, enough for me to summon you myself. But mettle alone don't cut it in this company if you hav...Read more