Brant was about to greet Lidia when another man bumped into him, the man quickly apologized and scampered away. "It's alright" Brant said with a chuckle. He then turned his attention back to Lidia and gave a low bow. "I am Brant son of Ragnar, it's a pleasure to meat you Lidia" When the inn keeper's wife announced to him that there won't be any alcohol served until the evening his face dropped. "I can already tell that I'm going to miss my home land" He sadly mumbled to himself. Brant then walked over to the Lore Master and repeated the same gesture as with Lidia giving a low bow. "Brant son of Ragnar at your service, I've come to enlist myself in your school" At that moment a glass flew at the Lore Master. Brant jumped back and pulled his battle axe off his back in one swift motion, every muscle in his body tense. "The hell was that?" He asked looking over to the table where the glass flew from.