Terrence cleared his throat and looked over at the sundial outside the tent. 

It was comical to be there, and suggested at some point this part of the Earthen Furance had seen the sun, but as it were all it said was a molten lie, sprung up by golden hued light that flooded the area surrounding this well known camp site. Still, even if there was no time to be told via the unhelpful time piece, Terrence knew the one he was supposed to meeting was late. This, Sunder fellow, was probably late for a good reason, the dungeon did not exactly lend itself to letting courser keep a schedule, but Terrence was not enjoying the wait. It was a dull and thankless part of any day, having to sit and wait and wait and wait, watching time pass at a rate most indiscernible by the light of the dungeon's infernal heart. 

He heaved a sigh, ready to just give up.
Alas, as he was preparing to get up and leave this long waiting, the sound of hoof steps beckoned hope into his heart.

"Uh... Sir Terrence? I was told by Crispin to meet you here. I know I am late but-" The knight's tongue had hardly loosened to give an explanation before Terrence flew out of the tent to interrupt him. 

"Oh thank goodness. I am glad you're here. I was about to lose my mind with impatience. Come! Join me by the fire, we can start the interview." Terrence's voice was like royal pastries, topped in gold and dripping in rare flavors from all the ends of the earth, a rich lilt making it less unbearable to some. "Now then, Crispin told me you were looking to join the Mercenary's Guild though, and I would like to ask you what your role in a party would be." He wasn't actually all that interested in doing interviews like this, but Crispin had asked him to be here and who in all the depths could say no to that legend? Terrence, for one, could not.

Sunder looked taken aback at how quickly Terrence had rushed him into the meeting, though despite his surprise, managed to with great eloquence proceed. "I believe my place in any party would be that of the shield. Or brawn I suppose would be a better term for it? I am not the best at forming plans or creating strategies, I honestly reply mostly on luck when I am endeavoring in the dungeons on my own, but I am well aware of where my strength lies." He stomped one hoof, eyes suddenly alight with a new perspective. "Actually, I know a better term to explain my place. I am the spear. I may be guided to aid them with great ferocity and strength, but that is as far as my skills go."

A spear.

A nice description but not one that impressed the noble's son.
He shrugged a shoulder, preparing yet another question for the courser standing in front of him.