Tick tock.  The clock on the wall seemed to be keeping steady time, and if the time it kept was correct, then Ellen had been sitting in that waiting room for a little over three hours.  She didn't mind waiting too much, after all, with the steady stream of applicants that had been ahead of her, she'd been expecting this to take a while, but...  Well, by now the wait seemed to be getting a little excessive.  How many of these other people were still ahead of her in line?  She really didn't have all day.<br/><br/>Of course, just as she was starting to get impatient, then came out the call for the next person to go in...  And, much to the mature woman's surprise, she found that she was next on the list.  Ahh, finally!  Standing up from her seat, she walked on in to the office, distinctly trying to ignore how the man who just came out had been staring at her.<br/><br/>Black robes and pale skin...  Was he a necromancer?  If so, he probably had the training to recognize her for what she was...  After all, necromancers were supposed to be fairly skilled at picking out the undead.  She was pretty sure she didn't have to worry about anyone else there, though.  After all, she was making sure her shoes made the appropriate noise when she walked over the floor, made sure her clothing ruffled a little when she moved, and of course she hadn't been killed by something that left visible marks...<br/><br/>To most people, she probably just seemed like some blonde-haired, green-eyed housewife who apparently wanted to get into the Games for some reason.  Maybe a little prettier than average, but with skin as pale as hers, she no doubt didn't appear to get out much.  Once she finally got some armor, though, she was sure she could look like a proper adventurer.<br/><br/>Which all hinged on this interview going well...