"Name?"
"Ren."
Quan Yahui scribbled down the name on a piece of parchment that already contained a lot of names before looking up. One by one, he carefully studied the faces of every person in the group and looked down at the parchment in his hand once more.
"I'm assuming that you 5 want to be in the same group?"
"That's the idea, yeah." Yao Liuxian replied with a shrug.
"Liuxian, Zexian, Kwok, Laoshu and Ren. Did I get that right?"
"Yessir."
"Alright, you guys are in group 8," the captain said. About a hundred hunters were leaving on the expedition, so they were the 8th group out of 20.
Upon Quan Yahui's signal, two of the maids stepped forward. On the tray of one maid, were 5 wooden plates with the character of '8' carved upon it. The tray of the other contained 5 strips of parchment; clearly the sound-transmission talismans. They all picked one of each before moving out of the queue.
