Yes. I am Wyrnzoen. “Axemaster” they call me. Not the most imaginative of titles, I agree, but one should not underestimate the value of directness. I welcome your interest in our guild. The art of the marauder is used to rend, to cleave, and to destroy. It is not our way to simply outfight our adversaries; we seek to overwhelm
A marauder must be the most powerful and enduring presence on the battlefield; we must account for the most enemies defeated. Our role in combat is that of a steel whirlwind, dealing death and destruction without equal. No doubt the question has already been put to you by Blauthota, but once more shall I challenge your commitment: are you prepared for the bloody carnage that awaits an initiate of the Marauders' Guild?
You recoil at the thought of shattered bone and hewn flesh? Then it is well you choose to turn away from this path. There is no dishonor in knowing your own strengths...or weaknesses.
Very well. Your name? Attend me well, then, Forename. Hold fast to this moment of dedication. The path of the marauder is a jagged and perilous one─the blood that spills at your feet will ofttimes be your own.
You stand now as a student of the axe─let us waste no time in testing the edge of your chosen weapon. You shall wade straightway into combat as befits a novice of our discipline.
Go forth and slay the bleating, scurrying, crawling pests that plague the outskirts of Limsa Lominsa. Lost lambs, wharf rats, and little ladybugs shall be your piteous adversaries this day. Return to me once three of each creature have fallen to your blade.