After taking Gray's silver and handing him his chit, the Scribe seemingly looses all interest in the young warrior. "Next! Name, nationality, occupation!"
The Sergeant, on the other hand, eyes Gray with interest. "A swordsman, you say? The King always has need of a good sword hand." He jabs a finger at the ledger the Scribe has been scribbling in. "We have your information. I'll let the Captain know of your desire. He'll be wanting to talk with you, I'm sure." He nods his head firmly, as if coming to a decision. "We'll be in touch, Swordsman."