The black, unpolished combat boots made heavy sounds as they collided with the metal beneath Adrik's feet, leaving a rhythmic thud to match his gait, back straight and arms well kept at his sides. The brown long coat that stretched to meet the tip of his boots was worn, and had obviously seen numerous battles. His face was rugged, a slight amount of stubble had gathered over his scars. The man's physical features played well for his expression, as he held a very serious, hard expression on his way to the waiting room. The solemn thuds stopped for a moment as he reached his destination, and moved at a slower pace to a nearby wall, where he chose to stand in waiting, crossing his arms behind his postured back. He kept his chin up, looking down as he inspected the other applicants, studying the crowd. A hint of pity touched his eyes, knowing some of these poor bastards would walk away unaccepted, and that they would be the lucky few of the rejects. He shifted his eyes to a rusty pocket watch he had nimbly slipped out of his coat pocket, and stared in quiet contempt for a moment, watching the hands tick quietly as the gears push them along.
