Garth wandered inside the inn, a rucksack made from leather was slung over his shoulder. He had seen the poster the previous day and rushed home to his master to ask permission to go. Master Burk had raised him when his father perished in a fire, he never knew his mother for she died in childbirth. His father was a blacksmith, who had saved young Garth's life in place of saving himself. Master Burk was a former swordsman who was known for being a bit grumpy and impatient. Burk took the boy in when he found him nearly starving to death and suffering in the harsh sun.<br/><br/>Garth was incredibly grateful for Burk's kindness, and he quickly learned how to handle a blade and forged his own weapon when he was of age. A glaive, which Burk thought unorthodox until he saw Garth's skill with it. When Burk had been informed of the trip by Garth, he flat out encouraged Garth to go and do him and his father proud.<br/><br/>He gave Garth a rucksack as a gift filled with clothes and blankets, a few pots and pans and other essentials, and of course the boy's glaive slung on his back.<br/><br/>Garth spotted a girl with blond hair in pigtails, and timidly approached her. "Um..excuse me? Might this be where I sign up for the dragon school?"