Nodding, he thanked the Inn Keeper and took the form to his table. He examined the questions and looked dumbfounded; during his travels he imagined the rigorous examining process he would have to undergo. Llyr mentally prepared long essay style answers for things he didn't even quite understand. He stared at the form, still as a statue, thinking that it might be a trick. That the form itself was a test.<br/>Eventually he let out a sigh and filled it in, forgetting his prepared answers.<br/><br/>"Name: Llyr ap Grufydd<br/>Age: 20<br/>Occupation: Farmer / Grounds caretaker<br/>Nearest person that take care of you in an emergency: Angharad and Grufydd ap Dafydd<br/>Why do you want to come to The Draconic Academy: My hometown worship the legends of dragons; I wish to bring honour to my town as a dragon rider and protect my people."<br/><br/>Llyr scratched his head and glanced at his form for a moment, wondering if he had done it correctly. English was not his native tongue but he could read and write in it as it made trading easier. Finally he folded the form and set it down, waiting patiently for the Lore Master to greet him.