George looked at a few noted before speaking directly to Fáfnir, "Now, Bonnie has already vouched for you and your skills with fire magic, so to start us off, would you mind telling me what sort of magic you possess?
"I have the elemental song ability," Fáfnir informed him curtly.
"I can't say I've heard of that," George noted. Fáfnir made a mental check that Elemental song was only a mid-game skill, and not a very good one; it not being common knowledge meant that an end-game skill could potentially cause him a world's worth of problems.
"It's a skill that allows the user to add an elemental effect to any musical based attack, any element, regardless of if they have any other skills in that tree of magic…it works better with an actual instrument but I can activate a weaker version if I whistle the right tune, can't rightly pick the element if I whistle thought" George took note of Fáfnir's claims before motioning for him to continue. "My cloak is enchanted; it can allow me to fly and store a lot of things in it,"
"Ah, could you demonstrate for me?" Fáfnir complied and put his hand into his cloak before reaching into his inventory. He pulled out the first thing he grabbed, a war-hammer-sized mace that had electricity jumping between the spikes.
"The hell is this thing?" Fáfnir muttered in genuin confusion as George and Bonnie both marveled at the weapon. It looked cool, sure, but state-wise, it was kind of a pathetic weapon compared to his high-level character, and with his character being a combination of bard and monk, it was borderline useless in his hands.
"What on earth is that thing?" Bonnie demanded as Fáfnir held it out for their viewing pleasure.
"I'm gonna be honest, I have a lot of things; I could not tell ya' off the top of my head where I got this or what exactly it is," Fáfnir pondered on it for a moment before George cleared his throat.
"Fáfnir, as you may or may not know, joining the guild requires a small fee; if you'd be interested, I would happily buy that mace off of you; I'll give you a fair price and deduct the fees from it in advance so you won't need to worry about them,"
"Sure," Fáfnir replied, knowing he probably had like ten or twenty of the maces cluttering his inventory. On his main character, he'd had just sold it all, but on his roleplay character, he had kept every piece of loot he ever found. From mythic ranked armor to common ranked staff, he had made his character a hoarder so everything was kept. he had even gone so far as to pay for a special inventory expansion set and filled his inventory to the point that management of it was neigh impossible, his friends had found many moments to laugh at his self imposed predicament.
Fáfnir began signing his name on the required papers while George had the mace sent down to the guild forge to be appraised. Fáfnir finished his paperwork, taking care to make his race non-human and marking that his race would not be made public; George didn't seem all too shocked at the information and simply nodded.
"Explains the mask," Fáfnir just barely managed to hear George mutter to himself.
"I forgot I was wearing this thing," Fáfnir realized, while also realizing he was going to have to keep wearing it to avoid advertising her pretty face. His teeth were razor sharp, just enough so that they were definitely inhuman, and worst of all he had a face tattoo, red marks circled his eyes and ran down his face.
"I noticed you marked your majors as that of a bard, a monk, and unusable magics?" George noted.
"Everyone makes stupid mistakes," Fáfnir rubbed at his eyes via his mask, "and my mistakes mostly center around my magic. Let's just say I've done a few things I really shouldn't have and leave it at that," George nodded.
"I can relate to that," Fáfnir chose not to ask, and George, in turn, chose to accept Fáfnir's answer and move on.
"So, outside of Elemental Song and your cloak, do you have any other skills or techniques?"
"I am very hard to hit, so long as I'm not caught unaware, and I have a lot of magical items and potions at my disposal," Fáfnir took care not to mention any racial skills like his elemental breath or extreme defence buff in case they sold out his race. Fáfnir noted some of his other skills, but most of them were basic forms of none-elemental magic he had gotten for their passive mana regeneration and spell cooldown stats, and finished the list with the note that as a monk he punched hard.
"Clearly, you're well-traveled," Bonnie noted, picking up that Fáfnir seemed to be trying to pick one of his talents as though the list was long, "Are your homelands far?"
"They are very, very far," Fáfnir replied. "I could probably spend the rest of my life trying to find them and never come close,"
"I'm sorry to hear that," Bonnie said in a polite tone.
"I appreciate that," Fáfnir noted as he mindlessly looked out the window and thought back to his old life. "I hope my dogs are okay." Fáfnir spent some time missing what he had lost while George asked Bonnie a few questions about Fáfnir's role in taking down the ogre.
Fáfnir started paying proper attention when George got to his feet. "Alright, I'll have the papers cleared, and we'll have you enrolled into the guild once the forge master appraises your mace. Bonnie, I'll leave Fáfnir in your steadfast care,"
Bonnie bowed, and Fáfnir followed suit. He followed her out of George's office as he began filing away Fáfnir's information.