The Knights of Magical Protection, Rodanne Options

[Will]

In the City of Gold, the Knights Errant had chosen to establish their grand guild hall. A simple structure not quite betraying the true might of the order formed in Farrels Fall, and under sung organisation.

The guild registrar waited at the entrance to welcome and check new mercenaries.

"Next!" A rather scrawny youth wandered up. "Reason for joining?" The youth frowned.

"You fight demons and stuff don't you?" The registrar peered at the youth through squinted eyes.

"You're lying, why are you really joining?" The youth looked shame faced.

"The magical protection sir"

"SPEAK UP LAD, I CAN'T HEAR YOU"

"The magical protection sir!" The registrar puffed out his chest

"Geroutahere!" he cried shooing the youth away. He sighed. It was going to be a long day...