Nikolas watched as the others signed their own scrolls, silence settling over them all for a few moments before the Lore Master began to speak. Accepting the satchel, Nikolas would never admit that he had looked at it with a hint of distaste, preferring his own bag made with his own two hands. However, now was not the time to argue, especially not with the person who would now be his teacher. He used the runes of his own tribes language to spell out his name. It was highly unlike the others would have anything similar to this so it should be safe.<br/><br/>He listened quietly to the Lore Master speaking of the dragon riders of the past. Of the power they had, and the problems that had followed. When she got to the Laws, Nikolas heard himself inhale sharply at the third, being the only male in the group. He knew it wasn't personal, but it still made him duck his head to avoid making eye contact with the others.<br/><br/>He heard Mayleen stand again, seemingly a custom for her when asking questions. However, he was curious to the answer as it had been something he had wondered as well. When one was given, it wasn't one he was overly fond of. He was disconnected from his family, his friends, something that hadn't truly been done in all his nineteen years.<br/><br/>Having gotten an answer, Nikolas continued to keep his head down, a sign of respect as well as one of thought. When he heard Mayleen say she was ready, the northerner finally looked up, brushing his hair from his face where it had fallen.<br/><br/>"I am also ready." He stated.