A Formal Army for the Birth of a Nation

The burliest of the two men grabbed Bastien by the shoulder, a scowl on his face. "That doesn't appear to be what you were instructed to write. Put your name, age, race, and home location or you'll be charged with obstruction of the law." he said in a low, gravelly voice. The other man, a fellow Ascended, who was a bit slighter crossed his arms, a serious look on his face as he regarded Bastien. "I'd hate having to arrest my fellow Ascended brethren. Just do it." he said snidely.