Nikolas watched the Lore Master setting up for a few moments before approaching the table. He took a seat, waiting for the others when Mayleen entered the room. He acknowledged her greeting with a nod.<br/><br/>"Good morning Mayleen. I suppose some company would be fine." He answered. Soon they would all be in each others company so he may as well get use to them sooner rather than later. Following Mayleen soon after was Teresa. Nikolas returned her wave before turning his attention to the Lore Master who had begun to speak.<br/><br/>He listened carefully to what she was saying. He knew this was a commitment when he had ventured to this inn only a few short days ago. Thinking it all over, Nikolas watched as Mayleen stood to ask her question, an odd habit if you asked him. He heard her mention her people living with dragons and he wondered if Teresa also had experience with these creatures, leaving him as the odd one out. He only half listened to the whole bit on the bond and what happened when it was severed by death.<br/><br/>Nikolas was half tempted to get up and leave when the questions continued. Could they not wait until they had seen this place before asking everything that came to mind? He frowned down at the table, wanting nothing more than a little peace and quiet. When he had come he had expected more...well, he wasn't entirely sure what he had expected, but not this. Not sitting around a table at an inn discussing every last detail of what was before them. He was use to more going in with the minimum and learning on his own rather than having his hand held the whole time.<br/><br/>Nikolas allowed his thoughts to clear as the Lore Master moved onto the blood bonds. This was something he was familiar with, although not quite in this way. Using a knife to slice the palm of the hand before using the blood to either mark an item with a smear, or otherwise shaking hands with someone who had also cut their palm was more what the northerner was use to. However, he could see why people would prefer this way, less 'barbaric' as many visitors to his tribe had said. Nikolas accepted the box and removed the pen, looking at it and turning it in his hand before looking to the scroll and then to the Lore Master.<br/><br/>"You wish for the blood signing now?" He asked, ready to do so.