Might be.

*silence*

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Ixy looks over to you, "Why are we being so quiet?"

You reply, "My grandmother always said to be quiet in the presence of the women of the church."

You continue to stand before the religious woman you've been brought before. Tall, buxom, redheaded and holy. This nun is a tall woman, she stands at your height. You would seeing eye to eye if you would see her eyes, covered as the are by the bangs of her short hair. Her form fitting robes make you think less than holy things. Her bust smaller than Almara's, but damn is the woman sculpted. Her clothes cannot hide the definition her her abs, the shape of her perky derriere or her toned and thick thighs. You aren't familiar with the religion of this land, but if this is how the nuns dress, in the tightest of robes you can't wait for Sunday service. You show the optimal respect to the curvaceous woman of...whatever they believe in around here... A giant mystical ferret? Maybe a ferretic mystic?

Ixy rolls her eyes at you, "Judge Glade is more than some nun. She is the central authority of the town. A highly respected pillar of the community and her wisdom is paramount to the success of our society. She has led countless battalions in her more youthful days securing peace for the entire kingdom and stands before us humble folk to depart holy and reverent knowledge in all aspects of life."

You swear you see a light blush and small smile come from the quiet figure.

Judge Glade clears her throat, her voice has an air of not coarseness, but ruggedness, "Thank you for the glowing introduction my dear, but I still do not know who you are introducing me to."

Ixy waves a hand in your direction as if presenting you as a game show prize that nobody wants, "Fell through our roof fully naked, and mom wants him to become an adventurer to do odd jobs to pay his debt for the repairs and housing."

*silence*

Judge Glade tilts her head as you assume she looks you over.

Her....gaze? Can you all it a gaze if you can't see the eyes? Anyway her visage goes over you and has you standing at attention. You gaze splits you open, layer by layer. You stand before her an dark skinned adventurer, youthful. hair long and twisted at the top, the sides shaved. Facial hair under your bottom lip, meeting with the small patch of beard of your chin. Traits beguile your youth, but you stand strong, pushing out your chest. You are a man, only twenty-two, but a man still. Her gaze strips your further, you feel her eyes roam over your muscles. You are by no means spindly, a layer of fine muscle on your chest and arms. Basketball never steered you wrong when it came to your development. Another layer deeper she pokes at your inner child. A memory appears in your mind, you were three, running around and barking with a litter of puppies that belonged to the nice, Dominican woman down the street.

You blink and her gaze pulls away. She looks towards Ixy, "Another one then... Did you say naked? Never mind. I see no reason to make him a full fledged adventurer just to do some tasks here and there."

Ixy places a hand on her chin, "True, but I'm finally old enough to adventure out into the world and mom thinks I need a bodyguard. So I have to bring him with me."

Judge Glade frown pulls to one side, perhaps annoyance, "And for that he needs to be certified. This....strange...brutish welp. What on Earth is Almara thinking?"

You interject, "Hey! I resemble that remark!"

Ixy chides you, "Hush, the grown ups are taking."

Duin: *Growl*.

Judge Glade continues speaking to Ixy, "I find little reason to entertain this stranger."

Ixy gives the judge a monotone response, "Dick like a baby arm."

Judge Glade is silent for a moment, "..... You will be a Provincial Hand to this village. You will only be able to apply for Grade V quests that will be posted on the community board. Your status does not extend past the surrounding forests and you are not granted a weapon nor the permission to carry a weapon in public. You are also restricted from using any of the Adventurers Guild services."

You blink at the sudden about face, "Oh oka-"

Judge Glade chides you as Ixy did, "Hush boy, the adults are talking."

Duin: *Growl*.

Judge Glade steps closer to Ixy, stooping over the smaller woman "....so we talking infant or toddle here?"

Ixy looks up, "Three year old."

Judge Glade pulls back and begins to head into her church "Hm, tell Almara I'll be expecting her at confession soon... So she may update her testimony."

While you said very little in your own defence you've managed to secure your first step to adventuring on the good word of your good wood.

You can now accept fetch quests.