The wind is blowing cool fresh air, Lance had been posted up on the outside walls of the inn. He watches as a few people enter the inn, He smacks his lips as he is quite parched, he then reaches into his pockets and pulls out just enough funds for a bottle of mead "running low on money it seems" he sighs.

Lance then turns and enters the inn and approaches the bar tender, he smacks the money on the table "a bottle of mead please" he requests. The bartender slides Lance the mead and he catches it.

Lance hears a small commotion going on in the inn, "what are they all talking about" he asks as he takes a sip.

The bartender replies "They are all talking about the Dragon academy, if you would like to join go talk to that lady over there" The bartender points in the direction of the lady.

Lance puts his drink down "Dragon academy huh, I wouldn't mind joining" Lance says as he takes another gulp.

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Lance begins walking towards the Lady, "Excuse me I am quite interested in joining the Dragon Academy" he says rubbing his head unsure if this is a good idea or not. He watches as there is a handful of other people wanting to join as well and they all seem to be writing on a peace of paper.

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"Then fill out this paper and meet in the meeting room in ten minutes. You will receive a voucher for food, drink and room. If you wish to bring a drink up to the meeting room, it is fine. I'll shall see you up there." The Lore Master spoke as she got out a pen and the paper.

Lance Grins taking the paper and pen "thanks" he says then he begins filling out the paper

Name: Lance Zarsho
Why you wish to join the Academy: The stories told about dragons interest me and I would like to learn to learn more about these fascinating creatures
Where is your nearest relative: Unknown
Anything else you wish to add; Nothing

Lance rereads the paper and realizes how empty it is, but the less known about him the better. He closes his eyes and folds the paper in reassertion. He lets out a deep sigh in acceptance as this is what he wants to do, he smirks and takes another gulp of mead. He tucks the slip of paper in his pants and leans against the wall.

"Thanks ma'am." He says while grabbing his vouchers. He then walks up to the bar to do away with one of his newly acquired vouchers. He takes a sip of his mead and starts to think about everything that has happened, he is very excited. But he doesn't get time for much thinking. Suddenly a girl barges into the tavern screaming about joining and after her comes a gypsy who said some weird stuff to the woman. When everything had settled down Robert thought that he could go back to what he did before. Nope! Apparently that wasn't allowed, another girl came in, this one seemed to be less angry but way more stressed. When she had given in her letter the woman told them all to follow her to the meeting room. Apparently her name was Lore Master Mystique Weathermaster. "Strange name, " he thought "But who am I to judge?". She started talking about all the responsibility that came with raising a dragon. Robert became a bit scared and was trying to decide whether to stay or not. Ultimately, he decided to stay. Everything they'd learn seemed pretty practical and a "Life long friend" wouldn't be bad either.

Pica's eyes shone with something akin to reverence. Not reverence for this lady, though she certainly had her respect, but the kind of reverence held for legends and myths, but legends that were come true. The things this 'Lore Master' had told them, the things they were expected to do . . . how could she, of all people, back down from such a life? Her motto, her creed, was to help people to the best of her ability, to end the sufferings around her. Here in the village she had done that by putting to good use the skills she had learned from the people who had raised her, but she had always felt as if that wasn't enough. Now, she had a chance to do more than what she could.

More promising than that, however, was the prospect of having to raise a dragon. She didn't care for whatever prestige or power it gave; what she cared about most was the actual raising of the dragon. To be its guide, mother and friend. Pica couldn't think of a better effort with which to dedicate her life to.

Yes, there was no need to think about tomorrow, not when she had her answer today.

"I'm not leaving," she said in a soft, yet determined tone. "There's nothing else I can see more worth of decision than this."

"I, Shara Lamperoush, have decided to join Dragonopia regardless of my origins.

Was what Shara wrote on her notepad, then ripped the paper and lifted it up so everyone could see what she wrote, in case anyone did not not she left clear the fact of being mute. After she made sure the Lore Master read what was on the paper she just threw the paper in the bin.
Well, she was accepted into Dragonopia witha false surename, everything left was to find a dragon who would like her smell...or better said, the smell of death.

Gabanre asked the innkeeper for a glass of water, showing his voucher. Then he walked towards a empty table. At the empty table he began thinking.
"Do i want to get a new life. A new life with dragons, friends, magic and an education. Since his dad, mom and two sister died when their family house was burned, he had noting to care for. Considering these 2 lives, the new life sounded better." His thoughts were broken by the innkeeper giving Gabanre his water. He thanked the innkeeper. After that he went on thinking again."I would like some friends. This is an great opportunity."
When he was done drinking his water, Gabanre walked towards the muted woman, asking her:"What happend to you a while ago, your eyes got glowing red." After that he gave his empathy on her being mute. Speaking with a lot of respect towards her.

Shara was a bit surpirsed when the man in armor talked to her, shr did not expect someone would come and talk to her all of the sudden. Well it was not like she was bothered by it or something, she just looked at him and smiled with her eyes closed.

"My apologies if my eyes caused you any trouble, young man. My eyes glow when I use my telepathy.

She explained to Gabanre through her telepathy magic, once she finished the mental connection she opened her eyes again.

Lance finishes his mead in excitement,

he looks up "So when do we start" he says placing his mead on the counter.

He is ready to meet his partner and start training to get stronger. Lance was a runaway from home, he had lived in a small country in which he was a young prodigious swordsman. instead of his parents seeing him as a family member they saw him as a tool of destruction. Lance wanted to get away from this life and carve his own path. He fled his home and lived the life of a lone wolf, he stowed away in cellars and tried to make money when he could. It would be a nice change in his life now that he will have a change in lifestyle.

Samuel stood in a corner of the room, not wanting to be close to others if not needed. He was not going to stop here, as it was just like a book: he just started reading the story, small chance he was going to put the book down now. He looked around at the people, but his head stood still when facing one of the women. He didn't know what it was with this person, but somehow it gave him a bad feeling. Something that made his hair stand up straight. It wasn't the way she looked, and her name didn't ring a bell either. He knew he should trust his instincts though, so he kept an eye on this woman, without trying to stand out too much.

He agreed in his thoughts with the guy, he wanted to know when this whole adventure was going to begin for real. He didn't know why, but he seemed to be pulled towards this academy the moment he heard about it. He was eager to find out why.

After hearing the directions Lance gets up and gets a black box. "So i just prick my finger and sign my name" Lance thinks in his head. He takes peace of the special parchment. Lance opens the box and takes the pen. Lance pricks his finger and signs his name, Lance Zarsho. By now he knew that there was no chance in getting out of this.

Its do or die time.

He leaves and returns back to his spot, posted up on the wall. Lance lets out a small smirk and folds his arm.

Stacey stumbled into the bar in a manner that told easily she was late. Her thoughts were sprinting across her mind. She was supposed to meet one of her friends for a pint, but they didn't seem to be here. She sighed and saw a rather large commotion, she did a little bit of eavesdropping just to understand what was happening. She had seen the poster about the dragon academy, and was rather interested in it.
Maybe that's the academy meeting up..

She walked over and picked up traces of her words, blood.. pact. She picked up one of the papers that had the vow, and picked up a blood pen. She read over the vow and thought about the repercussions of this.
What's the worst that could happen? she thought as she signed the paper and made the pact.

Gabarne decided it was time to make a change in his life. When he heard what he had to do, he went towards a blackbox. Opening it, there was a bloodpen just as expected. He pricked the bloodpen in his middlefinger. When this was done he wrote down his signature. G.B with Nice curls. He gave the box back.

After that he relised something: He was bound to his destiny. He recoginized a feeling, a feeling of fullfilling.

Finally in the Old Kingdom, three weeks had passed since Shitara saw a real bed, traveling around the world sure was fun and all but, heck, it was tiresome to be on the road for so long.
Everything she could think of at the moment was about beer and something to eat, luckily for her, she was passing in front of a tavern, her eyes opened widly due to the happiness and quickly walked in, carrying her beloved guzheng on her back.
All she had in mind was beer but a group of poeple gathered around a table called her attention, it was then when she saw a poster about the Dragon Academy.
"It must be my lucky day, that woman must be Mystique"

She said with her marvellous voice that even the angels would envy, she took a deep breth before walking towards the group, once she was in fron of the woman who Shitara thought was Mystique she slowly lifted up her dress a little and bowed her heard greeting the woman as politely as possible, after all, she was the member of a famous family.

"Good morning My lady, I am Shitara Sonel. I am here to join the Dragon Academy"

She said with a kind smile

Shitara just looked at the paper quikcly reading what was writen on it, she then took the pen with her right hand, with the left hand she held the right sleeve of her dress, the sleeves where too big and may get in the way when writing.
She then started to fill in the paper with her perfect cursive, decorating each world with unnecessary yet beautiful calligraphy

Name: Shitara Sonel
Why you wish to join the Academy: I believe dragons can enjoy of music as much as humans do, that is why I would love to share my music with them
Where is your nearest relative: In the Kingdom of Rodel
Anything else you wish to add: Nothing at the moment

Once she finished writing Shitara gently handed the paper to Mystique

Stacey grasped the paper firmly in her hands, she grabbed a writing utensil off the table and started to fill out the paper. It was a simple print, but it would suffice.

Name: Stacey Young
Why you wish to join the Academy: Dragons are such beautiful creatures, I would just like more people to understand that.
Where is your nearest relative: Deceased *the ink had splattered a bit on this part of the paper*
Anything else you wish to add: Nothing too important, currently.

Stacey gently turned the paper over to Mystique, "Nice to meet you" she remarked.