Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5543592-20170724030435

"What's it matter?" Gait said, approaching the table, touching the pads of his fingers to the papers, sliding them closer for him to read. "Mold's in chains, and the Conflict is seven years gone.  Everyone involved's moved past it-- if you're not here or Volkihar, you're in the ground.  Don't see why it matters."

"I can punch things really hard.  And other things bounce off me." Vin elaborated vaguely, not wanting to seem like he was boasted about his abilities. Already he had a feeling he was sort of unique amongst the other students. Everyone seemed to want to be here, was invited, or was applying. Vin had been, in Gait's own words, 'recruited.'