<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">A water pump sounded better than a barrel of water, however, he wondered whether or not they had enough containers to hold the water. But they really just needed enough water to get to the next place. The pump will do until then. "Thanks." He nodded with a smile. <br/><br/>The girl had turned to him as well, holding out the pencil, and he took it between his index and middle finger, nodding again with another smile. "Thank you." Twirling the pencil in his hand, he turned to the door and headed out, the sunlight hitting his skin in a wave of tingling sensations. The group had finished the song but the group didn't finish their play, the men and woman talking loudly and laughing. The young man went over to the one who had entered the Inn earlier. "There's a water pump we can use over there." He pointed to his left.<br/><br/>"Good lad." He laughed, patting his shoulder with a filthy hand. " How about that damsel in there, huh?" <br/><br/>"Oh hush up." He laughed, nudging him in the shoulder. "I paid for that stunt you pulled." He pointed to the still red skin on his face. <br/><br/>"You should have moved out of the way!" They both laughed. "Whacha have there?" He pointed down at the paper. <br/><br/>"Just a form for some Dragon school." He shrugged. <br/><br/>"Hey! Dragon's aren't something to take lightly son!" His face became stern. "Never take a dragon for granted!" With another pat on his shoulder, he turned away to head over to the pump. <br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Starting to twirl the pencil again, the young man watched for a few seconds before going over to the caravan, placing the paper on the flat surface and starting to fill it out. After doing so, he went back inside and went to the girl who had given him the pencil, offering it to her the same way he had taken it. "Thanks again." After taking it, he passed by the woman in green and placed his application on the table. "If you want better answers, try asking better questions."<br/><br/>On the paper is rather curly letters, it stated: <br/><br/>Name: Yeeru Belduun<br/>Age: 25<br/>Occupation: Busker<br/>Nearest person that would take care of you in an emergency: Algernon Thortanray<br/>Why do you want to come to The Draconic Academy: To ensure.<br/><br/>"So where is the meeting taking place?" Yeeru asked. <br/><br/>The woman had filled out her form as well and placed it next to his. Hers stated:<br/><br/>Name: Jiao Rien<br/>Age: 25<br/>Occupation: Teacher<br/>Nearest person that would take care of you in an emergency: Samas Rien<br/>Why do you want to come to The Draconic Academy: I wish to apply to be a Dragonic teacher. I have learned various things about dragons because of some original dragon books that have been passed down to me over many generations by an original dragon rider. I've had lots of experience as a teacher and with my knowledge of dragons and riders, a Dragonic teaching position would be a step in the right direction. <br/><br/>After placing the paper down, she nodded with Yeeru, confirming the question,"Yes, where are we meeting?"</span></span></span></td></tr></table>