Waitress: "Who are you?"

Arvik: "I am Arvik Lars Sule, named after my grandfathers. "

Waitress: "Where do you hail from?"

Arvik: "I am from the Concolor Guard born and raised."

Waitress: "Eh, care to explain yourself?"

Arvik: "Well have a sit and I will tell you my family, buy me ale and I will tell you my life."

Waitress: "I am off so I think I will. This sounds like a story worth hearing."

Arvik: "Well my parents are the Commandants Darc and Ciwan Sule of the Concolor Guard. My Grandmother is Captain Laran of the Concolor Guard, and my godparents are Commanders Zooka and Dorra Ratunili. I was born in the infirmary and raised around the camp. I was kidnaped at an early age and ransomed back. I spent time in camp playing, well playing to me it was training to the Brigadiers. Then I was sent to school. where I was forced to beat up a couple of students and a teacher."

Waitress: "Forced?"

Arvik: "They spoke bad of Concolor."

Waitress: "Oh."

Arvik: "Anyways after my schooling I began training to become a great warrior. I serve Concolor. Commander Zooka has been helping me learn the ways of a warrior.

Waitress: "What about your dreams?"

Arvik: "I want to take over my father’s position, and become one of the greatest warrior’s in Concolor history."

Waitress: "It is getting late I need to get home, it was nice talking to you."

Arvik: "Yes, travel well, and in the words of my father, ‘May the Road be kind to your feet.’"