<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%;">As charming as all these woman were, and they really were charming, it seemed like he couldn't get a straight answer. Not only was this Dragonopia form vague, but he didn't even get a yes or no on that water barrel. The only reason why his troupe stopped here was so they could get some water. There wagon hit a nasty lump in the road and it spilled it all and this was the only place within miles. They could go onto the next place, but who knows how far that was and they didn't want to risk anyone getting heat stroke or dehydrated, or worse. "Yeah, that's fine." He shrugged, looking at the four questions on the sheet,"But can we get some water too?" <br/><br/>The door opened again, the same burly man who drove the wagon only taking a step inside, calling over to the young man,"How's it going over there?" <br/><br/>"Well, sir." He smiled at the mud on the man's hands. <br/><br/>"Then why is it taking so long?" He let out a burly laugh. <br/><br/>"Patience is a virtue, sir." The man continued to laugh in the doorway, glancing at the red head. The older gentleman raised his eyebrows, nodding slowly at the significantly younger gentleman. The only response he got was a shake of his head and quick,"Get outta here!" The man raised his hands defensively, stepping out of the Inn again. <br/><br/>The young teacher watched the young man with a wary eye, grabbing a form for herself. "Do teachers have to fill out the same form?" In case she did, she pulled out her piece of charcoal to write.<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%;">The gypsy leaned against the wall again, now actually reading the form. Name- basic info. A given. Age- basic info, again. Occupation- that didn't make sense. Why did they need to know your occupation to go to school? Was it a placement thing? Nearest person for emergencies- that was a given. Reason for attending Dragonopia. <br/><br/>The man raised an eyebrow. What type of question is that? They used this crap to decide on who stays and who goes? How bias! How judgmental! You can't tell who a person was based on why they wanted to join the stupid school! There were a million and a half reasons why someone would want or need to join this school and not a single one of them would do the person justice. That's like telling someone if they were eligible for a job or not based on their eye colour. It didn't mean a thing. <br/><br/>If a girl told this woman that they wanted to go to this school because their mom told them so allow that woman to know that her mom had died a few weeks ago? That she was the bread winner for her family and that this school might, just might allow her to feed her family more than a squirrel a week? No, it does not. It doesn't say a thing. It wouldn't even let her know what that girl was feeling in that moment let alone if she should go to that school or not. <br/><br/>"May I borrow that when your done?" He asked the young girl who had finished her application already, gesturing to her writing utensil.</span></span></span></td></tr></table>