Eugene
Apollo, a tavern at a pier in Araedia

This prompts Apollo to chuckle, "Alright, now tell me a bit about yourself. What're you exactly? Sailor? Merc? A little bit of a plunderer?" 

The moment the drinks are slid onto the table, Apollo takes a tankard and a giant swig of its contents, making just a little bit of a face at the taste. Alcohol isn' really his thing but he's getting used to it. Prefers juice honestly, or ciders if he has to.
Roger
Jobu <Taven on a pier in Araedia>

"I'm a pirate captain to put it frankly, plundering is a tad bit beneath me if I am being honest." "They call me Jobu Asani the Pirate Pariah of the Southern Isles -He says standing quite triumphantly-" Sitting back down Jobu then proceeded to drink drink after drying telling the Traveler of his many adventures across the seas.
Eugene
Apollo, a tavern at a pier in Araedia

Apollo listens closely to the tale, and makes sure to clap at the end of it, "That's quite a story, though I'm sure you have more. And as for your name, it's a mouthful my friend, so I think I'll stick to one part of it. Pirate captain though, never would've guessed you would so boldly exclaim this in public. Aren't you afraid of the long hand of the law during your travels?"
Michael
Jesper Kyr
Bladegardens, Araedia

Jesper looked out at the recruits, and felt his eyes narrow. Narrow stances, over swinging, and a thousand other things that made his blood boil.

"If ya glare at 'em any harder, they might just catch fire." Jamesly commented, his stance rigid.

"Jamesly, do me a favor and fuck off." Jesper growled out, turning his glare to the man next to him.

"No can do, sir. I was ordered to stay by your side on this trip."

"I am one of the leading authorities in the country of Araedia, and you're telling me I can't order you to walk away?"

"When the Queen tells me to stay by your side, there isn't much you can do to lose me."

Jesper mumbled a curse under his breath as he turned away, facing towards the recruits again.

Not all of them were worthless, but those ones were hard to find in the current group.

"So yer glare aside, what d'ya think of 'em?"

"I think they're less annoying then you are."

"Well, not like they gotta try hard to be less annoying to ya then I am." Jamesly stretched a tad bit, before turning a smirk to Jesper. "Kinda easy for me to annoy ya, if I'm being honest."

Jesper rolled his eyes, before he turned back to the recruits. All of them were rough, but they were trying, so it wasn't like he could fault them for that. They were being run through simple drills with their swords, and he grimaced more as he watched them. While he noted some of their mistakes earlier, without Jamesly annoying him they became more apparent.

Their commanding officer, a solider that Jesper probably knew the name of, lead the recruits off, calling out that they were moving on from their swordplay.

The rest of the day continued as more or less the same, Jesper and Jamesly idly watching the recruits being run through their paces, and making observations to each other in regards to ones that stood out. They had decided on most of the recruits just being nameless soldiers in the future, but there were a few that stood out that had the potential to be more, whether that was as high-ranking nameless soldiers or as potential knights was still unknown.

They had come to the last test of the day, and a majority of the recruits had already dropped out. The last handful, twenty or thirty odd, could be seen warming up for the tournament they would be run through. Jespers gaze wandered over all of them, and he had to bite back a sigh. Most of them he found abysmal, but there were three or four that stood out to him, so he resigned himself to idly watching while he waited for their turns to step up.

The boredom Jesper felt had persisted for the majority of the tournament, all of the fights having been one on one meant that there were no truly even matches until the end. But that boredom ended on the last match, the two combatants having engaged into a deadly battle of blades. Well, as deadly as wooden weapons could get. The underdog of the match was a svelte woman, her footwork was impeccable, and her sense of when to push her attack and when to back off was the best of all the recruits. Her opponent was built like a tree though, and it seemed like he had all the intelligence of one. The battle went back and forth, the woman able to land a bunch of tiny hits to the tree, but unable to make any hits that counted. The tree on the other hand was swinging wildly, but couldn't hit the woman. 

Jesper idly noted that the brute probably couldn't hit a horse that was tied down, but he didn't let that bother him much.

The fight didn't last that long after, the tree falling down after he over committed on a swing, and the woman capitalized on that by holding her wooden blade next to his throat.

"So what'd ya think of that match?" Jamesly mumbled, glancing to Jesper.

"The woman has potential." He stated evenly, a small smile on his face. "And the tree she fought could learn how to hit something."

Jamesly bit back a laugh at that, coughing to hide it when some of the recruits turned to look at him.

The commanding officer for the recruits finished saying something, which Jesper would admit to not listening too, before he held an arm out towards Jesper and Jamesly.

"I would congratulate all of you on your performances today, but I'd be lying." Jesper stated, eyes listlessly moving across all of them. "Only one of you did anything worthwhile, and that was win the tournament." He sent a nod to the woman at this, choosing not to call attention to how she ducked her head when a few gazes turned to her.

"Now, there were some of you who do deserve to get better training in the capital, and I will send couriers to gather you in a week, but most of you will find that staying here and working on your, well everything, will help you in the long run." Some of the recruits began to clamor at this, but Jamesly and their commanding officer quickly shut them up. "Now, my companion and I will be leaving, but I will return sometime within the year for a follow up on how the group left here has developed."

With that, Jesper turned and left, Jamesly following behind him. The two continued on to their waiting horses, before they began to make their way to Erilia.