Gregory gulped audibly. "You mean there could be an age and skill requirement too!?" Yeah, it probably had been too good to be true. Who would want a boy who hardly knew how to swing a stick, let alone a sword, as part of their elite expedition party? Disheartened he sank back into Bert's greasy fur. That was it, he'd have to go back and train, another ten years of practice, if he was lucky enough to get a job he might even get a job and be able to buy back his sword someday... Still, he wasn't going to leave without first seeing it through. Grimly he straightened his back in a failed attempt to make himself look more soldier-like, however the unnatural straightness of his back just made him look all the more anxious as he brooded.