The rain tapped gently along the many pavilions and tents of the Winter's Legion recruitment camp. Knights and soldiers of the legion wandered throughout the camp, carrying crates or stacks of paperwork, while a group was clustered around a platform in the center of the camp. Atop the platform stood the magnificent leader of the Clan: Lord Janus Mera. He was a tall man, slightly over six feet tall, and he was dressed in battle regalia; glimmering silver armor underneath a black and blue robe with ornate white embroidery, a black and silver crown set with several sapphires. At his hip hung the plain sheath of his black and icy longsword. His snow-white skin and long hair, coupled with his piercing blue eyes gave the appearance of a harsh winter personified; pure and beautiful, yet extremely cold. Lord Mera was in the middle of giving a speech to explain the reason and objective of his recruitment, when an equally striking figure approached the back of the crowd, observing silently. Several recruits-to-be moved out of the way of the imposing stranger. He was nearly seven feet tall, with pale skin and jet-black hair. Scales lined his cheekbones lightly, as well as the back of his hands. One eye was as dark as his hair, and the other was a piercing teal color. The same color was streaked through his hair in several places, and speckled sparsely on his scales. He was muscular, though not large, but all the same he cut a very intimidating figure. Scaled, elf-like ears protruded from his silky mane of hair that was slick from the rain. A group of nearby Chromians stared at the newcomer uncertainly. The name Zeit Tsukiri was whispered through the group several times, and it was indeed Zeit Tsukiri that showed up. Zeit met eyes with the leader of the group, grinning ferociously. The Chromian's eyes quickly darted away. So it seems my reputation has arrived her before I. Interesting. He looked up at Lord Mera, intent on picking up the last bit of the speech. "...And as such, we have come to believe that with enough number, and with enough elite hunters, we can slay a Leviathan. We must prove they are mortal so we can take our land back. If you wish to learn more, there are many of my knights, or even myself that you can come find. For now though, I shall let you visit my recruitment officers. They will tell you where to go from there." Lord Mera bowed to the crowd, and left with his bodyguards. The crowd slowly dispersed, shuffling into lines at the recruitment stations. Zeit picked one and stood in line, waiting his turn patiently. He grinned at the officer when it was his turn, making sure to show off his glimmering white teeth that were more like fangs than anything else. The officer wasn't threatened, and continued speaking in a bored tone while Zeit filled out his paperwork. Of course, Zeit answered the mans questions in a snarky, even arrogant, manner. "Zeit Tsukiri. 47. Chromian. Arrogant and refuses to state accomplishments as requested," the officer drawled. Zeit laughed and nodded. "I suppose that is as correct as you can get," he replied. The officer stamped the paper, handed it back to Zeit. He was directed to several other areas, where he was assessed several more times. Several physicians poked and prodded at him, had him pick up heavy weights, and do a variety of strenuous activities. They marked his paperwork and sent him along to the next area once again, where he had to duel a knight in front of a judge. They were both given wooden weapons of their choice. Zeit fought the knight, who kept up with the Chromian, surprisingly enough, but eventually disarmed him. He then fought the knight hand-to-hand, which Zeit found pointless. He easily overpowered the knight, and was sent along to the final area. Here his reflexes were tested, both with physical and mental agility. He had to catch a number of items being thrown at him, deal with psychic attacks on his mind. He was asked more questions, and finally his paperwork was taken away. The tests had taken almost all day, and from what Zeit had seen, so had everyone else's. Some people were still getting started. He was then directed to another pavilion, where he was grouped with the other recruits awaiting news on whether or not they'd made it. Some looked like fighters, some looked like scholars, and yet others seemed so outlandish and strange, the Chromian didn't know what to classify them as. He looked at a particularly skinny young mage. There was no doubt in Zeit's mind that he would not have been able to stand up to one of the knights in a duel. I guess they test each potential recruit based on their skill set. How...Efficient. Thank the Divines there were several rows of benches under the pavilion; Zeit may very well have gone mad had he been forced to stand for hours to wait on the news of whether or not he made it into the Expeditionary Corps. Instead, he leaned back on the wooden bench, with his eyes closed and his arms spread across the back. At least this area wasn't too crowded. Zeit might have felt guilty if he was taking up valuable seating space. He remained on the bench, half-conscious, for a good hour or two before a knight came by with a list. He called out a few names, of which Zeit was one of the first, then assured those that hadn't been called on that he'd be back soon with more names. Several squires followed the knight, and came to hand out uniforms. Of course, Zeit's was not yet made, and he'd have the cost of producing the armor taken out of his payment, should the mission be a success. If it was a failure, and he returned alive, he was expected to pay Lord Mera the full cost of a new set of armor. The Chromian grumbled under his breath about it, but otherwise did nothing else. Unsure of what he needed to do now, he slumped down, lying across the bench, staring at the cloth of the pavilion. He hadn't been directed to go anywhere else, so he was just going to stay and take up space on the bench. At least he wasn't laying on the ground. Here he could take a nice nap, and hopefully be pointed in the direction of a proper bed.