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Django didn't expect to be chosen that fast. "Whoa, that was...easy, but never underestimate the Stargazers, they know their ways of predicting things. At last, I won't fail you in carrying on your legacy Master!" he thought quietly as He walked to where the others were being gathered and noticed the rage filled warrior ranting about the choices. He gripped the iron sword at his side and prepared for a struggle but saw the immediate answer to those who dared stood up to the stargazers choice as he saw an axe cleave the man's head in two. Realizing as he turned that the one who stopped the struggle before it began was King Albrect.

King Albrect! Oh how his Master talked about his exploits in Orlay with this man. To Django, both his Mentor and King Albrect, were his idols in the ways of a warrior. He watched as The king made careful inspection of the people gathered. He looked through the lines to list who was chosen. He noted the large Barbarian right away. He knew that he would have to cover his back him. There was a female archer in Orlay's soldier attire, whom he thought was giving him the most peculiar stares, that the king gave familiarty with a bit of an insulting gesture to the bare stomach of the lass. He was about to chuckle until the king turned his attention to him.

The King's eyes felt like they were piercing into Django's soul to find a fault in him. He never felt such piercing eyes before, the eyes of an old veteran warrior who knew his way of judging one's skill, save for his own mentor's eyes. He was then patted on the shoulder and looked at the others he was inspecting. A desert dweller, two wielders of magic, one wearing the look of a medic about him and one that was next to the Barbarian, another woman warrior, and then to his realization, an elf. "As I live and breathe.." He muttered to himself. He only heard about the reclusive elves, but he never thought he saw one.

When the King was finished inspecting and asked for questions he only had one thing to say. "I'm willing and able to go upon this quest." He saluted to the king by closing his right hand into a fist and placing it to his heart, showing the back of the glove that displayed the Number upon it. "I am Django Faraelis and I am at your service, as was my master before me."