Aril couldn't help but give out a small shout of joy. He had finally reached his first destination after a years worth of travel. Though being uneventful, he could not help but look forward to a nice hot meal and maybe a drink. He took a deep breath as he started heading towards the city of Sanctum, and the cold air stung his lungs ever so slightly but he didn't mind. At his first steps into the city he was awestruck. It was completely different then where he came from. He started down the street, getting a few quick glares but ignoring them. Probably just not used to the wings, he thought<br/><br/>While Aril walked through the city he noticed a wanted poster, but he didn't bother checking. As he shifted farther into the city he spotted another one. This time he approached it. "A call for men at arms, hmm. With a reward," he said, thinking out loud to himself. As he pondered he realized he was running low on coin. "Well, I'm here. May as well make myself useful." Aril took the poster folded it up and started walking. Not shortly after, Aril realized he had no idea where he was going. A man was standing at the end of the street so he decided to ask for directions. The man pointed him towards Golem's Arms and Aril thanked on his way. He was not very far, after all.<br/><br/>He opened the door and glanced around at the people in Golem's Arms. He saw a few arm wrestling but that was all that stuck out to him. He approached the barkeep with the poster and asked if he knew where he could find the people who hung it. " 'Oughta find them o'er by the fire, at th' long table," the barkeep replied. Aril thanked him and headed towards the table. As he stepped toward the table he saw another gria taking a seat after what appeared to be her introducing her self. He took a seat diagonal from her and another man sitting there. He quickly took a formal seating posture and introduced himself. "I am Aril Breethen, and i wish to heed the king's call for men at arms."