Twenty applications became eight interviews.
Rod, Lana, and Dirk held them in a classroom at the Titters Training Compound instead of an office. The room contained a blackboard, six narrow tables, and enough scratched wood to prevent anyone from mistaking the meeting for a noble audience.
The first applicant arrived wearing polished armor and spent most of the interview describing the parties he had left.
Every story ended with someone else failing to recognize his value.
The second applicant wanted access to the compound's instructors and admitted he planned to form his own party as soon as he gained two advanced skills. His honesty saved everyone time.
The third was a capable healer who expected to remain in the Sanctuary one week out of every six. That schedule might serve a group planning occasional dungeon attempts. Rod, Lana, and Dirk needed someone present often enough to train as part of the same formation.
