187 Interviews (Part 1)

While certain men were inspired and hyped up, a certain tall, plain-looking Aborigine was the opposite. He had a semi-bald head that made his entire face look even more elongated, which was further emphasized by his deep frown. 

He dragged his feet along the town's stone pathways, head filled with thoughts of uncertainties. 

His name was Madon Loo, and he was very depressed. He was now unsure what to do with his life, and he was feeling even a little panicked.

A few days ago, he had just been rejected at his final chance in the Chancery of Appointments. 

He paid a whooping 5 gold for a few slots but no territory took him in. He could understand this in towns because hiring them was not cheap. Further, there were better and more experienced options at that level.

He wasn't even choosy. For his last run, he was even reduced to accepting villages… but… for some mysterious reason he didn't understand, he was still rejected by the said village!