They're not really a university thing. They're a semifamous mercenary organization with some kind of arrangement with the Adventurer's Guild. They have a really old building built right up next to the wall on the south side.

She goes over there and presents her letter.

The Drake doorman is happy to escort her to a nice waiting room, coincidentally past a bunch of portraits and trophies of famous mercenaries who he casually talks about.

Tessamine Calendar, Amethyst Mage and wielder of shyish, will see her now! She has a slightly unsettling air about her, she speaks slowly, and seems a bit too pale.

"Bright young spark. You seem headed for great heights. If your ambitions are compatible with ours... Both you and our organization can go further. So what are they?"

"I want to be looked up to and respected." Liath says, her voice firm and hard. "I want to have a voice that commands attention. Instead, I have student loans and no-one else to rely on." She lets a little bitterness leak into her voice. 

"Everything anyone does for you in this world incurs a debt. The kindness of strangers is remarkably limited. If you joined the Wall, we would support you and see you grow in strength safely, but there are dues to be paid."

"I understand that. I would hardly be your ally if I was never there for you, would I? Bonds of comradeship are strongest, I've found."

She nods. "There is a beginning, progression, and end to all things. The bonds forged in strife are the most chaotic, but dearest to our hearts. Have you questions for me?"

"I think you've been quite clear," says Liath. "I have no questions."

"Come back... Tomorrow. At noon. For a test. We want a read on your personality and style, not just your Skills. After that, we'll have something for you to sign, with a stipend, and once that's done we'll equip you and do a supervised dungeon run once you're ready, to blood you. And then, you'll be part of the Wall." She smiles.

She smiles back. "I can't wait."

Tessamine nods expressionlessly and picks up a book from her desk, apparently dismissing her.

She goes back the way she came, and goes directly to her advisor and cancels everything but her morning sparring practice for the next day.

She doesn't get a refund if she cancels midway through a class with no notice, she could just miss a class and let her teachers know, but if she insists?

Oh, she'll just miss a class. Sorry. Got carried away there.

Student Services is here to help!

She goes and informs her teachers, then goes to the library and looks up the Wall Club.

They're a fully accredited mercenary group with an only slightly spotty reputation. They have about 300 members who generally get honed up to at least C-rank levels of threat, and three suspected A-rank fighters, one who might manage to edge into S-rank, making them fairly legendary. They'll abandon the job to save their own skins, but wouldn't everyone do that, really? Liscor hires them sometimes, farming out mercenary contracts. The human polities to the north hire them sometimes, usually to either to stand around looking menacing to a rival, or go clear out a specific problematic monster. Drake nations even hire them sometimes.

She reads up on more of the details, but relatively little of it is relevant to the immediate question of how to pass her test tomorrow. Still, it's something.

She goes to bed and sleeps. In the morning she'll do her sword class, then head over to her test.

When she arrives the same doorman as before tells her the first part of the test takes place outside of city limits, and shows her to a carriage. She is supposed to stay inside until they reach the testing area, please.

... Alright then. She gets in the carriage.

Several mercenaries greet her with waves and smiles before settling into an escort position ahead and behind the carriage. Lindley Harlane, human, Foreguard, tank. Nox Matiren, human, Back-mid, archer. Zalgyn Gerrit, winged drake, support, wizard.

Zalgyn's pale blue scales and white teeth glitter in the sun as she asks, "You nervous, embers?"

"Who wouldn't be? But I've got the bit in my teeth now."

"That's the spirit!"

The doorman acts as the driver, no horses are apparently needed. The three mercs all keep up with a pace well above jogging without apparent effort.

It's a peaceful ride through the city and then the single road through the mire of lakes and streams and swamp outside.

Until there's a warning shout, two loud thunks, and the carriage jerks to the side and crashes into a ditch. The little window showing the front is splattered with mud and blood.

She can hear Zalgyn screaming outside. Possibly in pain, possibly in rage. There's a loud screaming whine, and an explosion.

Oh really?

She rights herself in the fallen cabin. 

Okay, assume this is a genuine attack. Then she can't fight what's coming at her and she shouldn't try. Her job is to 1: not die and 2: not make the others come rescue her. 

Should she stay in the cab? She was asked to stay in the cab. But those are stupid orders when there are explosions flying around. 

She calls up Aqshy's Aegis and gets the door with it leading. 

There is a horrible black and ichorous monstrosity, like a cross between a scorpion, centipede, and dragon. The tank is holding it to the ground by one leg and fighting off three other limbs trying to kill her. The archer is firing arrows so fast his hands are blurs. The winged drake is circling up above and constructing something that stings in her windsight and is saturating the air with magic.