Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170313020704/@comment-24431359-20170407035912

Levant had a raised eyebrow at the lack of employee at the reception desk, as well as the lack of attendance from anyone who might be aorking around here. Is this how all mercenary guilds work?

Levant: "How attentive of them. Oh well, guess I'll just look for a paper to leave a notification to the desk person later..."

''Levant heads for the book on the reception desk, and finds a ledger with a list of names on it, similar to the log book at the Templar HQ. Thinking that it functions the same as the log book, Levant signs in.''

Name: Levant Kresnik

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, Naval Ship Combat, Tracking Down Targets, and Classified Templar Work.

Magic: Classified Magecraft

Levant: "This should do. Now...where is that bloody receptionist? I have a job to post."

''At that moment, Levant felt a stare from his back. He looks back, the source appearing to be a strange masked man. The Templar gives a glare, only to recieve no reply.''

Levant: *Thoughts* "Is he mistaking tight-lipped for being cool? Also, who wears masks in a crowded place these days? It's as if he's screaming to everyone in the planet that he's someone suspicious."