Hajin pulled the dark tunic over his head, adjusting the collar before reaching for the belt hanging off the back of the chair. The room was small but clean, a cheap inn near the guild district that cost him two silver a night.
'Today is the day,' he thought, buckling the belt and sliding the sword into the sheath at his hip. 'The Ranker exam.'
He rolled his shoulders once, testing the fit of his clothes before grabbing the royal badge sitting beside his bag on the bed. He turned it over once, then slipped it into his inner pocket.
'Allen said to bring the registration fee,' he thought, tapping his inventory to confirm the gold was still there.
He reached for his bag when something outside the window pulled his attention. Voices, not loud but clustered together in a way that meant people were gathering to look at something.
He paused, his hand still on the strap.
"Did you see him?"
"He's barely holding on, someone get a healer!"
"That's a Flint crest on the armor, isn't it?"
