Kenneth
```A lost outpost...```

Upon entering the Academia, one could notice just how busy it was. The place was filled to the brim with various folk, some resembling mercenaries while others scholars. A spacious corridor was lit up by hanging gleams of light. They hovered perfectly still - unnaturally so. Although no windows were anywhere in sight, a pleasant breeze kept the air in the hallway refreshing - like the spawn of a thousand trees. Chit-chat echoed about, yet no one raised their tone above a calm mutter. People in lengthy robes with unique ornaments passed by the formed line of guests. As soon as they went up to the columns that held all in place, arcane waves would weave openings invisible to the naked eye. The academics would disappear right behind the corner, replaced by the next.

The applicants were all organized in lines of three with no specific patterns. Judging by the pauses and the speed with which they were moving forward, there were about a few minutes before they could reach the staircase that seemed like the end point. That would be the perfect time for them to get to know who they were stuck with. A well-dressed young man, a rather pale elf with a unique attire and an interesting canifor with an even more interesting pet - those were the members of one of the many trios. Different ambitions had led each of them there, yet from that point on they were to be a team.
Charles
*Lucrum had evidently gotten bored of staring at his compass, It so happened to be so intriguing to him it became hypnotic, as only he himself knew it's value. But nonetheless today was not his tale to tell! 

As he sighs lowly and places it in his pocket for another day, It was around this time he bites his pride and speaks up to introduce himself to his new found companions. . . Albeit them indifferent but pleasant to have alongside. . . He wondered to himself what would be his opener? . . . He pushes his spectacles back as he smiles softly as he twirls on his two heels to face the two. He keeps his voice appropriate to the volume around them, he place a hand over his heart and bows slightly to not bump into the person behind him.*

"Greetings, I am Lucrum K. It's a *Pleasure* To meet you two. . . What shall I refer to you as? Elf and Canifor?"
*Lucrum was no doubt a Macen, but he wasn't your typical. As he was raised by Elves, he knew their standards. But he has his own code, As he pays his gratitude forwards.*
Jason
*Juna had kept her gaze lowered as she stood in waiting, her ears swiveling one way then another as she would listen to the other people around her talk. Her Jackal had sat down by her feet, gazing at each person with a look of distrust. A low growl resonated deep in his throat, though he would occasionally lose the sound to look up at his owner to check on her.

Juna ran her finger along the string of her bow, finding comfort and distraction in the action alone. She had let out quiet sigh before a voice met her ears, one that sounded closer that the background noises of the groups of people talking to one another. She looked up to see that it was a Macen introducing himself to her and an Elf that stood close by.

The Canifor would give a small dip of her head as she said shyly:*

"It's a pleasure to meet you Lucrum. You can call me Juna." *She gave a timid smile before lowering her gaze back to her Jackal that sat by her side. Juna considered introducing him as well, but the Jackal seemed to usually make do in doing it himself.*