Brant calmly put back his axe. "Sorry" Brant said with a nod. "It's just my people and magic have a bad history" Brant took the form and produced a black chalk from a pouch on his belt.<br/><br/>Name: Brant<br/>Age: 21<br/>Occupation: Law enforcer<br/>Nearest pearson that would take care of you in an emergency: None<br/>Why do you want to come to the Draconic Academy: It is a custom for the heir to prove himself by gaining his own dragon (and stay for the 10 years of course)<br/><br/>"I hope this will do" Brant said returning the paper to the Lore Master.