Just as Nine had anticipated, it took a full day before he and the group of lizard race individuals with him, standing in the queue, reached one of the illusionary figures handing out the nameplates to the participants.
The supreme-rank old lizard stood quietly by everyone's side as the people under him each took a nameplate. Nine quickly rubbed his hands and grasped the small square nameplate that the illusionary figure handed him when it was his turn.
He let out a sigh, finally, after so much struggle, he got a nameplate.
