[!] A booth is set up by the Tavern within the Lyrian square. Standing at the booth is seated a small elderly and frail man, the right side of his face sliding further down than the other. From a distance, he appeared unresponsive, however upon closer inspection he appeared to be handing out and filing signed papers from various passersby. As you approach, he'd herald you close:

"Ack! Greetings! Come, come closer!" The weary man's voice was hoarse and pained, though the smile on his face contrasted the otherwise decrepit visage, "Want ta live in t'is sanctuary o' knowledge an' science? - Well, I tell ya' what, sign ya' name down on t'is 'ere paper and I'll get ya sorted right out!"

As your eyes trail to the instructions on the paper, it would appear a small form is to be filled out. At the bottom of the page appears to be the following brief: