Word of this dragon academy had been slow to reach the northern tribe, of course it didn't help that they never spent very long in one place before packing up and moving on. It had been simply up to chance that a few of the older men had returned from their trading trip to the more southern areas and had seen the poster looking for new students. Returning to the tribe, they had shared this knowledge with the elders, who had then passed it along to those they thought would be capable of it. Nikolas was one of them. He had talked about it with his parents, and they had agreed that it would be an asset to the tribe to have a dragon rider among them, something that hadn't been done in many generation. That had settled it, and only a few short days later, Nikolas was loaded up with supplies for the trek, and set off.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the trip was met with few problems, and on the third of October, the northern tribeman arrived at The Dragon's Den. Pulling the hood of his thick fur jacket down, and running a hand through his hair, messing it up a little more than it already was, Nikolas stepped cautiously into the tavern and approached the front counter. He could feel eyes on him, but did his best to ignore them. He knew he could come off as intimidating with his height, and simply with where he was from, but there was nothing he could really do about it. When the inn keeper approached, Nikolas cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"This is where those interested in the dragon academy are to gather, correct?" He asked, pulling his gloves off and tucking them under his folded arms resting on the counter. He took a few moments to look around at his surroundings, taking in the new sights and smells, as well as noticing the quickly averted gazes and men hiding behind their tankards.