"…Of course, if you have something that proves your glory, you can be exempt from this tax," the Hobgoblin added, his tone shifting.
"I'm a Mage Apprentice from Elthor Academy in Thousand Masts City!"
"Will our squad's emblem do?" the members of the other two squads hurriedly asked.
The Hobgoblin sneered. "Why don't you show off the diapers you were born in? Go pay up!"
Looks of displeasure crossed their faces, but a glance at the fully-armed Ogre standing nearby had them silently shuffling over to the window inside the gate.
"What about you lot? Not going in?" The Hobgoblin looked toward the remaining few people.
Colin frowned.
'Another tax? I don't know how much it is, but just having to pay is annoying enough. And it's not like I have anything to prove my worth right now.'
As he thought this, Colin tentatively held out his hand to show his ring. "Will this work?"
The Ogre standing behind the Hobgoblin immediately started to drool.
