Ram nervously twiddled his thumbs as he sat in a seat that barely supported him. He had taken Titania’s advice and applied for a job at Funderland. He'd even said he was interested in the repair job in addition to security. However, he was far from certain that it would go anywhere. Nepotism from the Changelings owning the amusement park wasn't a sure thing in his mind. His notice about looking for a place to stay had gone unanswered. His faith in the Freehold’s capabilities to provide safety was tenuous at best. The impression so far was that the Changelings in Sacramento had gone through a lot and were more than a little cautious. The Ogre could understand that. At the same time… wasn’t that why they had Freeholds? To support each other? Maybe that was why the normal oaths weren’t holding. Distrust eating away at the mystical promise of safety. Then again, he wasn’t Autumn and there were much smarter people than him that could look into those questions.

The door opened and the interviewer called out as they read his ‘mostly’ made up resume. “Andrew… Sarcacious?”