"Get out, get out!" The man in the crowd rushed in to get to the front. "Hey there lord Afal! It seems that lord Zieglind has another strength contest or something!"
"You again..." I can't help but sigh in exhaustion when I see this soldier. He's loud, obnoxious and all around annoying. He tried to join the contest for selecting a healer and an enchanter last time despite having no talents in magic and tried to prove himself using his sword. But he's decent in the sword nonetheless. "Line up. I still haven't finished what I wanted to say."
"Yeah!" He just stood there without moving despite cutting in line.
