(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091120060257/dragonage/images/4/40/Concept-Rogue.png)<br/><br/>Reliat finished the application without any trouble, and turned to re-enter the waiting room, when he looked down at his boots. They were a bit filthy, and he could smell what the clerk had mentioned before. In his line of work, they allowed him to move almost effortlessly through the forest without repercussions from the fauna he might encounter.<br/><br/>But here in the city, the rankness of the filth would be off putting to others. He spied a fountain not far away, and stuffed the application in his shirt, and made towards it. When he had arrived before, he didn’t notice the odd looks and wrinkled noses as he passed. This time was different, and he settled down on the edge of the fountain, and began scraping the manure from his boots, and making a small pile of the offensive stuff.<br/><br/>When he was finished he simply rinsed the rest of the stench off his boots and put them back on. The pile he left for someone else to find and dispose of, city life was not for him, and he cared not what they did with the scrapings from his boots. He walked back to the guard waiting room, pulling out the form, as he entered the room.<br/><br/>Rel was rather surprised to see that many of the men and women who had been in here when he left, were now gone. Only a handful of volunteers remained -  a few Faela, someone with a raven, and young girl sitting off by herself. He hoped more would come to apply, but he was also sure that he could handle whatever might come up, at least he thought so.<br/><br/>He spied the clerk, and gave him the application form, noting that the little thing looked at his boots and nodded its approval. He went to sit down in the waiting room picking a place away from the others and placed his hands in his lap...waiting.<br/>