[Yeah, it's pretty ridiculous, but that doesn't seem to stop Wynn from acting right at home in the middle of all this medieval decor. He turns to regard Sven for a long moment.]

If you choose to join our organization, you would be squired into the service of one of our current members. For a period of several months, you would accompany them on missions of their selection, so that together you could judge whether the Knights are the right... fit for you, so to speak.

And if so, how you would best serve our ranks.

What we ask would not be easy, but rarely do any walk away from the final offer when it's made. Not after they have seen the difference they can make.