Finally! You’re 8 years old. You’ve been an adult for a quarter of your life now, which means you’re REASONABLY SURE you’ll finally get to start taking class levels. It’s time to be a sorcerer, just like every other self-respecting kobold! It’s gonna be SO GREAT to finally be able to magic!
There’s the CereMONEY sign. It says “Brings yer green and be’s a lean mean sorceries machine!” (It is written in Draconic. And poorly.) You’ve got your 3d4x10 gp, and you know it’s time to become one of the mightiest (first level) sorcerers who ever lived.
Nice! There’s no line!
“Applicationsing for what ceremonieses?”, the priest drones nonchalantly.
“I’s gonna be a sorcerer!” you say.