Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Wolfs Ghost]

Austin stepped through the doors again, and glanced over at the young man that was sitting in the waiting chair in the recruitment office. "Ah, Mister Buchanan." He said calmly, walking around the desk and then taking a seat, laying a profile on top of the desk.

"Right, let's see what we have here." He mumbled a bit, shifting through the paperwork. After a few minutes of shifting through the paperwork, he neatly stacked it and placed his hands over it and looked up.

"Nathaniel Buchanan, we'll start off small. Tell me, lad. Why are you interested in joining the Armed Forces?"

Austin was completely aware of the report that was given to him by Lieutenant Goodspeed, but he wanted to hear it for himself.

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