Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160902132647/@comment-25073873-20160903115008

"Hmm, Freya, Freya, why are you still worrying about this interview? It's not like you are applying to become an archmage or trying to ursurp the throne. Put your thoughts together. You are just trying to get a job as a palace maid. Not even a guard. You won't need to know how to fight" said the voice in Freya's head. The voice of a male youth, who Freya simply known as her guardian. He had never revealed his name.

Freya hurried to the palace, wearing her only useful set of clothes. She was from a middle class family as far as she knew, although her parents weren't those she called her own, for she was adopted, picked off the street by a pair of kind folks who found her. They always treated her well, though. As she wasn't very bright in a lot of areas, Freya simply thought of getting a simple, low skilled job.

"Well, I am trying, ok? Don't do this to me, please" sighed Freya in resignation, appearing to talk to herself as she walked under the rain, her travelling cloak deflecting the water away from her. A useful cloak enchanted to deflect rain, so it wouldn't get wet.