@TheHangedMan
Gabarne reacted with: "Yes that is a problem" With sarcasm adden in his Voice.
After that he said that it was no problem.

@twannyman
"Let's go then. Dermot is a good man as is Alexander. They know what they are doing which is better than the younger gypsies for they want fast money for the least amount of work." Ixonia spoke as she guided them.
"Dermot, I have brought business to you. I will need a a couple decent swords and so does this lady."


"Fine Ixonia. So you did join like i figured you would. I have several put away for you plus oil and a new stone." Dermot spoke with his hands on his hips.
"What kind of sword are you looking for?" he turned to Gabanre.

Gabarne turnen towards Dermot, asking if he can try Some of them? The twohanded sword, the most expensive onehanded, and Some crap swords.

Dermot gave him the twohanded sword and Gabarne, got srs for the first time since joining the academy. He was pointed towards Some trees to Practice upon. With one chop he cut the tree in half, showing his true Swordfighter capabilties. The grip is to small, he said. He tried the most expensive onehander. Cutting the next tree in half with just one chop again, Nice finesse he said but the balance is bad. So he tried the scrapweapon. With one chop he cut 3 trees in half, saying what is scrap about this one, he has perfect weight, balance and finesse. Dermot did not know what just happend, he never seen someone doing this Before. Gabarne went back to Dermot, saying he liked the scrapweapon the most. Dermot Warned him about the weight but that was no problem. The blade was fitted, what is the price asked Gabanre him. You'lol get it for free, i have never seen such a potent Swordfighter. And since it is of no use here and you use it like out best blades. Gabanre thanked Dermot for his help and still gave him 5 gold pieces, even though way to much. He turnen his attention to Ixonia, asking her to come with him towards the evening meeting.

@twannyman

"After I receive what Dermot has put back for me." she spoke then finished her dealing with Dermot and he frowned at the fact that she gave him any coins. She did point out that he got so little for the last several months and he couldd charge a bit less next spring if he wanted to do so.

Son she was ready to head back to the Inn as The Lore Master was shooing others along.

Pica was done felt a bit restless just laying around and waiting, but thankfully, the Lore Master was signalling everyone to move off now. Getting up to her feat, Pica dusted off her skirt and followed the others back into the inn, looking at all her different companions. They really were a strange and varied bunch. Pica was almost overwhelmed by how so many of them were . . . eccentric, to say the least. They were certainly like no other people she had met before.

Galbatorix walked towards the inn, he noticed the poster of the Dragon Acedemy, where he Should be lore master. He asked the innkeeper about a the poster stating it was urgent. The innkeeper said there was a meeting in another room, the innkeeper felt Kinda influenced to show him. He was in front of a door, he opende the door and there were Some young adutls. Having dinner toghether. He pointed at clearly the leader of the group, and said Hi there lore master, i am Galbatorix and i Should be lore master to

Stacey sat down diagonally in relation to the lore master at the table. The holster rode up on her hip, so she set it under her chair. She was ready to eat, she had been lacking in food recently so some fresh homemade meals would be great for her.

Gabanre setteld down in a chair near the lore master. He would love Some homemade stew and just as it got served a unknown man stepped in the room, declaring that he Should be lore master as well. Gabanre found the situation pretty weird. What if this woman was fake... Then he would be pretty damm... He decided to let the conversation between the man and lore master continue

Stacey looked up from stuffing her face with stew and saw a man, she snorted a little.
He should be lore master as well? she snickered again.
Mystique clearly stated that she was the only lore master left. Stacey just continued eating, relishing in the taste of the stew, bread and meats. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head.

Shitara did not want to be rude at all, but decided to sit in the oposite side of the tablea bit distant from the others. She ignored the man demanding the position as Lore Master complelty, as if he did not exist.

"Me and my bad luck, I was not able to find string for my guzheng..."
She said with a low yet clearly audible voice, she just drowned her sorrow with a bit of bread

Pica thanked the serving girls as they brought her food. Looking at the new arrival that was demanding for the Lore Masters position - didn't she say she was the only one left? - Pica hoped that there wouldn't be any trouble. Deciding to wait and see, Pica just ate in silence.

@Aisling

Gabaltorix put his hand in one of his sacks. After they got out a talisman appeared in his hand:


As you noticed this is mine.

@Aisling
I know.

For you young adults, i am now an extra lore master, so i can teach you things to. I am still under ruling of The Lore Master

The minors about harvesting crops Pica dismissed - that was something she was used to doing. What she paid close attention to was every detail the Lora Master gave about the procedures of hatching a dragon. It wasn't so difficult, now that she thought about it - the steps taken were similar in process to that of delivering a horse or a cow, the single major difference being how deeply involved they were after the hatching. They couldn't just leave it to a Momma Dragon afterwards, no, they would be doing the raising themselves, a prospect that both excited and frightened Pica. There were so many things that could go wrong in that period, so many ways in which they could err in the raising of their dragonling.

Despite all of her worries, there was one thing that incessantly nagged at the back of her head; the moment the Lore Master brought it up, her breath caught and her mind refused to put it away for long:

Magic.

She was talking about magic, as if it were a real, actual thing. Pica had never seen much outside the village, and everyone here had regarded magic as something of myth, something that existed only in poems and ballads. Now here it was, as real as the bread she had eaten this morning, and she was going to learn it!

Pica raised a hand in question: "Do we have to buy all the supplies ourselves?" she asked with a soft voice.

@Aisling