He had made it here somehow, it had taken a few days. Stumbling in the room he looked around curiously, before approaching the guards. He searched them both with an inquisitive stare, before looking down at the paper sat on the table. It had a bunch of squiggles on it, something he'd come to know as writing. Although he couldn't read it. After minutes of staring, one of the guards grew impatient and grabbed the pen, asking for his name, age, etc., and writing it down on the paper. With a nod, Vynter awkwardly turned around and made his way out.
Vynter White, 20 years old, Accepted
Vynter White, 20 years old, Accepted
