10-08-2018, 09:23 AM
Azazel, in all honesty, shouldn´t have been out and about so early. He was still hurt, and weak, but the agony that had gone through him when he had first fallen was fading. His right wing still tugged along awkwardly, broken and painful as it brushed along the ground, but he was doing better. He could walk, even if he had to hold up his leg as to avoid putting weight, and by extension, hurting it more than it was. It was just a matter of getting used to this new place. As it was, his ears perked up at the mention of tryouts for something. Even if he was young, maybe he would have a chance. It helps that he could do something, at the very least. "How old do I have to be for Cleric tryouts?" He wasn't exactly sure what it meant, stumbling over the word, but if it meant he could do more besides sit around, he´d take the chance.