<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%;">Students for the Dragonopia Academy. Half of that sounded like a children's toy store and the other half sounded like a stereotypical education system. It sounded somewhat iffy. Not in the fact that it was real, he was sure it was, but it sounded iffy on the subject matter. There wasn't a whole lot of explanation on what exactly you'd be taught. Would you simply be shown the reality of the world dragons? Would you just be given a history lesson? He didn't know, and it was for that reason that he hesitated. He eyed the pile forms, leaning against the table with a tanned arm. <br/><br/>The voices of the gypsies outside escalated as the doors open to let in another interested in the Inn. A bright red head came through and didn't even hesitate to hurry it's way to the table in which he was at. The head possess a feminine face, however, her expression was hard and chiseled. She glanced at him even, and although it held a plainness about it, the physicality of the expression looked like that of frustration. He merely raised an eyebrow, the woman continuing to clear the distance between her and them. She moved around the two bodies there and looked at the woman directly, a hint of a joyous smirk on her face. " Are you the one in charge of the Dragonopia applications?" She didn't even wait to ask her second question,"Is there a teaching position available?" <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 young man looked at the young woman. Her clothes were a nice, soft shade of green, her corset tight and her posture perfect. Her red hair looked as if it had been neat before now but had since been toyed with, strands of the locks sticking out this and that. Her pants were a nice form of leather  and her boots where heavy duty. But there was mud on her pants, but most of it was unseen by him due to it being on the back. But that was easily compensated for, for while she spoke to the woman, he leaned forward from his position slightly, spotting a vague hand shaped hand print just below her belt line. A large grin peered onto his lips. <br/><br/>Shaking his head, he leaned back again,"Someone getcha on the way in?" He knew exactly who it was too. However, she didn't, and because of that simply fact, the comment spurred a sudden fling of her hand, making contact with his cheek. However, his face only moved slightly, even as the skin started to turn red. She glared at the gypsy, turning back to the woman The man merely rolled his eyes with a laughed, hand gently rubbing the irritated skin on his face. <br/><br/>He turned to the paper again, eyeing the three woman before. A lot of woman signing up. Funny that. Casually, he slipped a paper with his fingers, finally asking the Inn Keeper,"Do you have a barrel of water available for sale? We'll pay for it in full."</span></span></span></td></tr></table>