[i]Drake looks over at the men jealously, unconsciously brushing a hand through his neat black hair. [b]Dammit[/b], he thought, [b]Yet another reason for me to sign up.[/b] In all honesty, the man had long been putting off such testing. After years of running from authority--authority which, he had gathered, was also prevalent here--he'd grown to distrust soldiers and warriors of all kinds, thinking them weak-minded and weak-willed. But the Dojo had a reputation for greatness, and if this was how he was going to make a living, he'd have to join. He turns to look at the Knights again, jokingly asking,[/i] "Dojo members get a discount? Hell, where do I sign up?"