Alchemist Firm, Ashenlin City
"Y-yes, sir." The young receptionist stuttered as he spoke to the towering Proctor Drake.
The Proctor's frown suddenly eased, and he sighed aloud. He knew that the Profane Pavilion of Vamoria and the Screaming Fire Eagle Mercenary group were not registered in Ashenlin City. Businesses and Mercenary groups were public records, and those were two names he had never seen or heard of before.
Proctor Drake also decided that he didn't want to send my badge by a carrier. There was no reason to further fuss as he believed that he would see me soon.
"When that boy returns to get his badge, you treat him as if he was me. Then you call for my siblings or me," said Proctor Drake.
The lobby was flabbergasted, and they wondered what the hell I did to be so valued by Proctor Drake. Suddenly, the mystery of Orym Vamoria expanded tenfold. Proctor Drake sighed as he walked away to return to the exam room.
