The days in the city had been interesting, Sylvana hadn't realized how many explorers would come, or how many charlatans. It didn't take long for her to stop listening to those who would freely offer information, but still she would wonder the streets and observe the peole. They were so interesting, at least compared to the common folk of the countryside. Time passed and her number was called by the guards.<br/><br/>The King's speech was rousing, but she couldn't help but worry about the risks. She had only completed the most basic of trial, how could she help him to complete a trial that was virtually mythical? Still she was glad that a group had been put together for her, maybe they would be a bit more experienced.<br/><br/>She kept to the wall as the crowd exited, waiting for there to be a bit more space. Clutching her ticket in one hand and pulling the hood of her blue cloak down a bit to shield her eyes form the sun, she wondered how she would find the others. Until she heard a voice calling out, "GRROUP FORTY-FIIIIIVE!"<br/><br/>Looking around she saw an Ignu man calling for the rest of his group, hand on an odd axe. "Well, that is convenient," she thought to her self. Walking up she introduced herself holding the ticket against her chest in her offhand, numbers facing out. She put out her main hand and said, "Hello, my name is Sylvana. You say you are a 45?"