For weeks, signs have been posted and the word has gone out with merchant caravans that Korrok, the reclusive mage-king of Breezeport, was willing to offer mutually beneficial arrangements with adventurers, warriors, arcanists, and persons of various and sundry other 'specialized skills.'  For the last two days, the criers have informed all in the town that those interested should apply with the Civil Administration for an interview.  Today, many of those who applied are invited by the guard, and escorted, up to the base of the Shining Tower.  In ones, twos, and small groups, those selected are brought into a receiving hall, where they are interviewed and, occasionally, asked to make some small demonstration of their skills.<br/><br/>Those awaiting the interview may enjoy the salt sea breeze and the view of the city below.  Some are rejected and sent home.  Others are asked to wait a bit longer for a second hearing.  Two are arrested for attempting to gain illicit entry to forbidden areas, and dragged away.  All but those last are served light refreshments and generally well-treated.  As one comes to the door and takes one's turn, a balding bureaucrat looks up at you with watery eyes, "Papers?"