Nikolas watched the Lore Master looking over his papers, fully ready for her to question him on one thing or another, or to send him home because of something he had, or hadn't marked down. He was also a little caught up with her having called him 'Mr. Sigurdsson'. Back home people hardly ever used last names, only when outsiders visited the tribe or when needed were full names used, or if someone's first name was the same as someone else (very rare as the number of people was relatively low).<br/><br/>Accepting the items he was handed, Nikolas took a step back and shook his head no to having any other questions. He stepped out of the way as the other two women brought their paperwork forward as well.<br/><br/>The night passed fairly slowly for Nikolas. He had had a hard time sleeping in the inn's room. It was nice and everything, but the northerner had grown up sleeping outside, sometimes in the open when it was warm enough, otherwise in a tent with his family. He found himself getting up often throughout the night, wandering around the room until he felt ready to sleep, and once more tried to rest for the following morning. He was up early and had already eaten breakfast when some of the inn's other occupants had begun to trickle in.<br/><br/>As the hour neared eight, Nikolas located the Meeting Room. He stood just inside the door with his back to the wall, surveying the place before doing anything more. He briefly wondered where the others were and if he were late, that would be a great way to start off this whole thing.