Hunter's POV
The jarl of Whiterun (Balgruuf) was kind enough to let me set up shops where that old annoying Talos worshippers screamed all day, this was before the Legion inhabited Whiterun. Two hours pass by and still I haven't found any decent talent for the Legion, although I did find that Bergritte Battle-Born makes a great sweet roll. I'm just about to close up shop when...
Agatha's POV
"Sir," I start," Are you still recruiting. I finally was able to convince my mother to let me fight for the Legion". "Uhh...Yeah sure ma'am," the archer said," How old are you." "I am 26 sir." "Good," he said," Just sign your name here and be in the carriage outside of town tomorrow at 7 in the morning." "Sure thing." I responded then ran to my house.
