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Other than pointing towards a smaller desk in the corner for the Argonian to write she remained focused on her business. The next recruit to come in was, in fact, a Bosmer. She gave a smile, automatically precieving this one as harmless to her by the signs of his body language, body language could tell anything if one had the sight to view it. The Bosmer seemed timid, slightly withdraw, and most of all impressed by her own presence.

"I—I am not sure where we should begin. I guess I will fill out anything that you need of me." Came from the Bosmer's tongue in a nervous fashion as he stared down at his own legs. The Imperial gave another smile and then spoke, her voice strangely calming or attempting to be. [Voice of the Emperor] "Relax, Bosmer, just think of me as another one of your Woodland Kin. And I'm going to need your name." Her voice was nearly purring as she spoke, pulling out a small packet of papers and handing them to the Elf, the smile still adorning her face. Oh! How differently she was treating this Bosmer from the previous recruits. But this was a reserved Elf and she needed all the recruits she could get so playing nice was needed in this situation. "And you seem to be unarmed, visit Grawl, the big Orisimer later. You'll need weapons, I have a trip planned for you all very soon." Her gaze still friendly as she called out in her voice. "Next! You outside! Nord!" The Nord was the only one in the line she could see through the partially opened door.