I have applied for and been accepted for a trial membership of your group.

I am just starting out alone in the world. My true parents were nomads, Khurites I think you call them, but I do not know where they are now. To repay your kindness in taking me in, it is my hope one day to be an archer who can stand side by side with your best, but right now I do not even have a bow.

I know some of the ways of the animals. It is my hope that one day i will be able to have a beast by my side, but maybe that is asking too much.

So here I am in Vadda where it always rains, dressed in rags clutching a worn shortsword, and dreaming wistfully of those sunny steppes of my childhood . . .