[Malkaer Andares]

“Hopefully, hun.” Vanessa smiled as she watched Drake walk to the examination room. Another job well done.

The examination room had been the party lounge of the old brothel and was a spacious hall. The old woodwork of the room spoke of luxury, but the fine brightly coloured sofas had made way for sturdy benches and tables with doctor’s materials. Not that the most gruesome surgical items were displayed here. This place was no hospital after all, the common man’s nightmare location.

A mature adult human dressed in a shabby doctor’s uniform whom insistently scratched his unshaven chin was in charge here. A few other recruits were waiting before being tested. As Drake entered the room he was ordered by the man to strip to his underwear and join the line.

When it was Drake’s turn he had to step forward upon which the examinator repeated the same steps as the half elf had seen him doing with the other recruits. First Bodkins checked Drake’s body for irregularities*. Then he measured his length and asked him to stand on scales. All information was meticulously noted down on a chart. Meanwhile the human tried to start up a conversation: “So what’s your name lad? Which section do you want to join?”



* Describe if you have scars or missing toes or any other remarkable physical features.