Phoenix Maplewood Joining?

Did she just? Reek's brow scrunched in at sheer audacity of her request.  It was rediculous to belive that she had earned the opportunity to pass his borders on her word alone.  Eyes squinted tight as he looked upon the prospect, his sardoinc smirk twisted into an expression of utter confusion.  How could she have such high expectations?

"Absolutely not," he scoffed as he peeled his head away from the submitting stranger. "Can't you see that would be a poor move on my part? To let you in on your word alone would be an insult to my family, my leadership." Shaking his head with sarcastic flair, Reek took a few steps back from Luna, allowing her some personal space.

"You say you're a healer... so prove it." He always administered a test to new joiners. Word alone had no bearing, and the King of Bullshit himself knew that talk was cheap. "Hypothetically, say I'm allergic to nettle stings and I roll in a bed of them because I'm itching to win the next Darwin Award and thin out the gene pool. I go into Anaphylactic Shock and my throat starts to close... What do you do?" It wouldn't be a complecated answer if she knew what she was she was doing, but something inside told Reek she probably wouldn't know.