A door slid open silently on oiled hinges letting Cyler pass into the room that had been designated for him by the recruitment division. He was too meet his instructor here and if he showed signs of competency and natural talent he had the chance of being trained which was as much as Cyler could hope for. After a long a tedious trial of entrance into the military he had been forced to take numerous tests to prove his citizenship and see if he was free of negative influences not fit for those of Shalharra's armies. Now clean shaven with hair at regulation level and fitted in the customary clothes of a trainee he waited standing attentively ready to be inspected by his instructor whenever the man should make his appearance.
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