A look of consternation passed over the young northman's face at the mention of needing a pass. He stepped back to think for a moment, and observed as some of his fellow applicants proposed a variety of ways by which they might meet the entrance requirement. As he did so, a grin appeared on his face, which soon became a broad smile - before long he started laughing, hands on his knees, as if this was the most amusing thing that had ever happened.
'Very good', he said to the man in grey after a few moments, 'I see now we'll have to be on our guard at all times if we are to find a place in this Society. Our first test, I presume? And also an opportunity for you to observe how we handle ourselves in the pursuit of this non-existent pass. Perhaps some of your fellows are watching us as we speak, finding a deal of amusement in our various approaches?'.
'Cough up your demand of 500 gold, and we might be seen as weak, lacking in imagination or determination. Or perhaps, a willingness to sacrifice something of our own for the greater acquisition of knowledge? We have someone whose first instinct is to learn the wisdom of the locals' - he nodded at Akiros talking furtively with the beggars. 'One who likes to avoid confrontation' (indicating the man slinking alongside the wall), 'while our priestly friend is obviously so convinced that his god will protect him, he's chosen the direct approach. What would you like me to do for you: a song perhaps, a little jig, or maybe...', he spits on his hands and makes as if to heft his poleaxe. 'No, I suspect the one thing a member of a society of knowledge seekers shouldn't resort to is violence - unless absolutely necessary. Although some people just can't help themselves it would appear', he adds, motioning his head in the direction of Brimstone.
'Ready for our next test yet?'. He looks at the grey-robed guardian expectantly