The old man very smoothly filled in his name on the form, in a font that seemed elegantly simple like a work of art to the young registrar. After receiving the returned form, the girl couldn't help but start doubting her judgment. Could a "not-so-clear-headed old gentleman" really write so well?
Of course, the girl was not a professional physician or Druid, she was well aware of this, and there was nothing she could judge based on handwriting alone. However, this momentary doubt still made her curious enough to glance at the old man a few more times, and she couldn't help but ask: "May I ask, what is your purpose for going to Talronde? I mean... you don't look young anymore, and joining a pioneer group is quite risky."
