"Name? Age? Job? Expertise? Goal?"
"Aaron, 16, Iron-rank Warrior. My Swordsmanship isn't bad. I want to earn money and become a hero that saves the world!"
Looking at the foolishly-smiling young fellow in front of me, I nod my head in response to his words. That plain-looking tanned young man reminds me of the Adam of the past.
"Next."
16-year-old Iron-rank, why are you even still training? Can you reach Gold-rank within 3 years? We aren't a group of nannies, you'll be better off looking for a rookie party to grind your way up.
"Kavan, around 30 plus I guess, Silver-rank Shaman. My goal is to earn enough money to buy the Fire Dragon Circus."
"Dixu, 40 plus, I am his big brother and a proud Warrior. My goal is to be a good big brother."
"I am the big brother! Dixu, you fool who can't even count properly. We were born together, how can you be 10 years older than me?"
