Recruitment

Year 689, Gilnas City

In a nondescript building, a man who could be described as painfully average looking was reviewing paperwork in front of him. Each one was some of the most exceptionally dry writing describing a few of the most supernatural events in recorded history. Mass hauntings, rusalki sightings, instances of Eigengrau speaking, necromancy, even confirmed cases of possession.

He sighed and shoved it all aside. It was all so tiresome, and even the most fantastical events become boring when you deal with them every day. Not a day went by that he didn't wish for something truly unexpected to happen. The Garrison had been working for years on trying to work out if rusalki could speak, as any survivors of rusalki sightings had never gotten close enough to talk to them, since they would always dive underwater and vanish. It was a topic he often pondered when he had a chance and soon he'd finally have an answer, though he didn't know it yet.

His idle thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. Or rather, where his door should be. They still hadn't found it after it walked off, and the carpenters claimed the frame was haunted and refused to work on anything going into it. Looking up, he was quite flabbergasted to see an Optio peaking around the corner like a schoolboy.

"Soldier, what is it?" He asked with a sigh. "Did Jackson break something priceless again?"

"There's someone in the foyer, Praetor Sir. They're ummm... asking to see you." The Optio stuttered out.