Andrew Oaker
Andrew had been waiting for quite some time now. After laughing for a solid minute at the governers tears he'd lined up with the rest of the kids. He'd spent the first few minutes staring at the queue - or rather the kids in it. They were all pretty people - nice faces with little sign of past battles. But he wasn't one to judge a book by its cover - he'd been in plenty of battles and yet he still managed to tend to his face every morning. As each kid entered and the happy voice of a blacksmith rung through the thin walls the boy was getting more and more amused. This whole situation was like a fairy tale, an adventure. A fun adventure. Each kid that walked out from the hut had a different face - a different personality. Every time one of them walked by he'd give them a whistle and compliment there weapon. All very fancy things. Only the best for the kid sacrifices right?
When he was standing at the front of the queue he couldn't help but attatch himself to the wall and listen in to what they were saying (not that he could hear much). When they stopped the door opened suddenly, narrowly missing his face. Drew jumped back, a nice smile on his face as a trembling voice told the next two kids to come in and Drew happily hopped into the building.
"Andrew here~" He put a slight length on the end of his words as if his was still a child. "Fifteen." He'd heard the girl before them introduce herself to the blacksmith so he did so aswell. On his face was a smug smile - a smile he wore most of the time. To most people it would look nice and polite - but after having it around you solidly it starts to become incredibly patronizing.
