He spent the whole way to Westway talking about himself, I learnt that his name was Ivaar Sebastien, and his parents are in the north of Armorica, the region we are both from. His strengths among his affinities are :
1st circle:
Inter-personal: 68
Musical: 81
2nd circle:
Corporeal: 71
Logical: 94
He says he wants to become a valorous warrior but with both his primary and secondary affinity I really don't see it working. He is probably like me, not very satisfied with his affinities.
We arrived at the Westway entrance, we traveled till 6pm. Ivaar claims that the best clubs are located in the city centre, so we get another trolley to the town centre.
The atmosphere in the suburbs is morose and oppressive, while the areas nearer the city centre, the wealthier ones in fact, are quiet and relaxing. But one topic remains in the conversations regardless of the suburb or the district: War. In these troubled times when wars are raging throughout the continent, the country's peaceful times are counted.
People are saying that the King only has a few years left to live, rumours suggest that he has some health problems, and once the King falls, war will knock at our door. However, the inhabitants of the suburbs fear to be used as cannon fodder for the rest of the population whereas they will be in a warm and cosy tent far from the front lines.
"Mickael, it's getting late so we'll visit a club I got the connection to and look for a place to stay tonight"
"Ok you're the boss my gold... my friend"
"Here we are Mickael, amazing building isn't it."
"Clubs have this much money to pay for such a mansion in the city centre"
" Not every club is that wealthy, but fundamentally the clubs' clients are generally quite well off."
"Let's see why this club is so famous"
At the entrance of the mansion:
"Hello, I've come on behalf of my father, I'd like to meet coach White"
"Hold on"
The doorkeeper of the door size went inside while shutting the door in our face
" Not a very chatty one, I hope your father is important for this coach otherwise we'll have to make it on our own"
"Don't worry" Ah I hope my dad has saved his life or something like that please.
The doorkeeper came back.
"You can enter"
"Thank you sir, well done Ivaar"
Inside:
"So you're Ivaar, your father told me you would come for advice"
"Advice, we came to join your club".
"That won't be possible my little Ivaar, the club is already full and we only accept people from the upper class or combat oriented variants"
"That's not possible..."
I see, my golden goose is derailing, he overestimates himself a bit too much.
"We'll take the advice anyway"
" Who are you, youngster? "
"I'm Mickael, looking for a way to become a Great One"
"If you want to become famous you did well to go for the aura and the most versatile path is still the warrior one"
"Where can I take this path?"
"Fighting clubs can help you but the entrance period is already over. The clubs recruit in the summer, unless there is a derogation, so it's too late come back in two months. Now tell me, what are your affinities?"
"Inter-personal and intra-personal"
Another greenhorn.
"Hm well, you may leave, I think I've helped you out enough already"