Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

"Good evening, sirs," Renwal said, stopping the wagon a few yards away from the giant reinforced gate and the two watchmen.

Both guards were heavily geared in full plate armor, each with a massive tower shield strapped to their back and a sword sheathed at their belt. The only noticeable difference in their outfits was the helmet: one wore a shining winged helmet, while the other had a basic one with a straight nasal guard. In the middle of both of their chests stood a black lion within a white shield: the Faertis House’s emblem.

"Good evening. Are you here to sell goods in Arthuri?" the older guard with the winged helmet asked.

"Yes, sir," Renwal answered before nodding toward Seth. "And he’s here for the selections of Trogan Academy."

As the guard's next question turned into background noise, Seth focused on filling Identify with aether.