"Um, hello, Miss Sonam, you're called Sonam, aren't you?" Lancelot glanced at the table in front of the six-armed serpent demon, which had a small rectangular sign on it with the name Sonam written on it. Lancelot guessed this was probably meant to be a nameplate.
"State your business," the six-armed Serpent Demon Sonam said, looking impatiently at the human in front of her, one hand already on the hilt of her sword behind her.
"We are here to register as mercenaries," Lancelot hurriedly took out the emblem and placed it on the table.
"Oh, newcomers, just passed the assessment, did you?"
One of Sonam's hands pulled out a short wand from somewhere under the table and lightly tapped Lancelot's emblem with the crystal on top.
The emblem emitted a faint glow and a line of text emerged on the surface:
"Number 9527, Tijana"
"It looks real, indeed," the six-armed Serpent Demon said, her face showing a hint of regret. "So, how many of you are there?"
"Three."