Lidia turned to face the young man dressed in mail and carrying a very long sword. He had a sweet face and light eyes. He looked like he had traveled a long distance.<br/><br/>The farmers daughter extended her tough calloused, right hand covered with a white glove. Her tanned arms are freckled from the sun. "Me name be Lidia Viadi. W'ats yas?"<br/><br/>Lidia gave him a dimi-curtsy, "Sir, me signed up this morning, the very pretty lady sittin' at the table in a fine dress with the lovely cloak hung on a hook. She be ta Lore Mistress our teac'er , an head of ta Dragon School. 'er gives ya a sheet of paper ta fill out. Ya may join me fur lunch. Ta lady teac'er 'er gives ya a paper ya give to ta innkeeper, 'em at ta desk an ya gets a key to yas room. We all gets free meals."<br/><br/>Lidia removed the voucher from her dress pocket and handed it him.