Renja made her way into the recrutment center after following the signs hanging in the walk ways. Her dark hair was pulled back, tight against her head. Her deathly black eyes shined in the dimly lite room. On her belt rest her fathers saber and her mothers pendent. Strapped to her thigh was her dagger.
She paused and looked at the many seats that seemed to fill the front of the room. She binked her eyes and stood there. Waiting.
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