[i]Drake looks over at the men jealously, unconsciously brushing a hand through his neat black hair. [b]Dammit[/b], he thought, [b]Yet another reason for me to sign up.[/b] In all honesty, the man had long been putting off such testing. After years of running from authority--authority which, he had gathered, was also prevalent here--he'd grown to distrust soldiers and warriors of all kinds, thinking them weak-minded and weak-willed. But the Dojo had a reputation for greatness, and if this was how he was going to make a living, he'd have to join. He turns to look at the Knights again, jokingly asking,[/i] "Dojo members get a discount? Hell, where do I sign up?"

[b]The Knights turn, speaking kindly and warmly [/b] "You sign up by asking!" [b]The Knight says this Dead seriously [/b]

"Really?... That's it? Well then, I suppose I'm a part of the Dojo now... That means that the discount goes on my tab, right?" [i]He says the last part jokingly to the bartender. [/i]

[b]The Knights chuckle at that.[/b] "Only first drink is free, after you gotta pay like everyone else."

[i]Drake pauses, and takes another look at the menu for a good selection. If he only had one shot, he'd better make it count. With a sly grin, he orders the most expensive, rarest item on the list, and with a decent amount of satisfaction, leans back on his stool (y'know, like the seat), and throws the Knights a wink,[/i] "Thanks for the heads up."