Zeein walked into the Welcome center after spending his morning being ushered out of an inn for staying in past turn in time. As he made his way through the streets of Syliras earlier that morning, he managed to snag himself a couple of mint leaves he found being sold. He promptly put them in his mouth to mask the scent of alcohol and pushed his way through the door quietly. The older woman at the desk greeted him, and he spoke back in broken common.
"Hello there," Trega said to him. Zeein replied the best he could in common. "Hello." Though it sounded awkward coming from his mouth. "How can I help you today?" "Job.. am looking for job." He said nodding his head. "This c-correct place, yes?" He said chewing his mint leaves still.
She nodded back and fetched him the forms he needed. Once she re-entered the room she sniffed the air and then narrowed her eyes at him, catching the faint scent of alcohol on him. As Trega handed him the form, Zeein grasped it in his hands and seemed to stare blanky at the paper. Trega looked up from her desk and spoke. "Mm, please fill that out."
Zeein frowned, speaking again in broken common. "Read.. no write." He said making a gesture with his hands for reading. "Am sorry." He said softly. He then pointed to the paper, as if moving a writing instrument along it to mimic writing. "You write? I tell?" He said pointing to his chest, and then back at Trega.
OOCName: Zeein Skycrown
Race: Drykas
Age: Twenty-five
Relevant Skills: Blacksmithing, weaponsmithing
Preferred Employment: Sultros Blades
Expected Stay In Syliras: Resident