Marcus responded quickly out of excitement, "My name is Marcus..." he paused and cleared his throat, allowing himself to slow down and enunciate. This was no time to sound like a giddy child. "My name is Marcus Braeden," this instance he spoke clearly and with respect. After all, Marcus was sitting face to face with one of those people he aspired to be, a Syliran Knight. Everything was so official about the man that sat before Marcus. His name was followed by a Wing, then a Company, followed by Regiment, and then of course the Quadron. It was almost overwhelming, but then Marcus pictured himself giving the very same introduction at some point in the future. He sure did like the sound of it.
Next, Marcus was asked of his skill set. Marcus was confident that his response would be satisfactory, despite lacking combat experience.
"Well, I am a weaponsmith by trade, so I am familiar with weapons, although not necessarily on the combat side of things." Marcus glanced around the room in which he sat, and sure enough he could find a few decorative weapons adorned on the walls. It was typical of such a grand hall such as the one the knights resided in. Marcus continued, "I can tell you that the longsword hung on the wall to your left has a steel blade, roughly 40 inches long, and iron hilt suited to a two hand grip. I can also make out a design that runs along the flat side of the blade, most likely etched since it shows up in steel much better than an engraving. I would also bet that the tang, which holds the blade and hilt together, is a rat tail tang, meaning the sword would most certainly be broken in any form of combat, seeing as it is hung on a wall rather than on your side." Marcus' knowledge of weapon anatomy and construction was not something unique to him. The first thing one should learn before becoming a weaponsmith would be the anatomy. The real challenge of smithing comes in the construction process.
A general knowledge on weapons was not the only sort of skill that Marcus knew. While it was not exactly orthodox he did slightly know his way around a longsword.
"Although I lack the training that the order provides, I have experience using a longsword, preferably one handed if that helps you. My brother and I sparred quite a bit, and I actually had the privilege of sparring a squire, Sighard, if you know the name," Marcus paused once more, searching his mind to see if there was anything he was forgetting. He decided that he had given all the necessary information. "Well that is all I have to offer you, I know I have much to learn, but whatever training is coming, I think I can take it" he smirked, remembering that he been through worse.
Marcus soon found himself standing in a large room as Ser Erik walked away. At the entrance stood two knights, seemingly standing watch. They made no indications of addressing Marcus so he waited silently for Master Loren to appear. The wait felt like forever as Marcus became more and more nervous, but he hid it well enough. He seemed composed on the outside, but inside he was tearing himself apart. He was about to stand before Loren Dyres, the grandmaster of the Syliran Knights, the organization he dreamed to possibly be apart of. Mentally, he was ill prepared for the event, and when Loren did finally appear, his legs slightly trembled before he managed to recover them.