Silent Night
"Next."
A bulky man with rough hands stepped forward after being called out by the official clerk. The official clerk glanced at the man brimming with tight muscles, before proceeding with the paperwork.
"Name?"
"I am John. Just John, Sir."
"Age?"
"38, turning 39 in 3 months."
"Past occupation?"
"I was a carpenter back in Eastfell City, before all hell broke loose, Sir." The bulky man spoke with lingering uneasiness.
"Alright, that's enough. Follow this man to the back to have your picture drawn, then you will be escorted to the camp for your temporary accommodation. You'll be notified when your residential permit and lodgings in the Capital are approved and arranged."
The clerk was not interested in the man's story and carried on with his work. After scribbling down the information and passing it to another clerk, he urged the man to move on.
"Next."