After a few days of travelling on foot, Llyr finally arrived at the Inn, tired and even more eager than ever. Despite the long journey, he kept his clothing in pristine condition; Llyr left home in his church-going best: a pair of breechers, woolen stockings, an off white shirt, a dark grey woolen waistcoat and a cap to tame his devilish curls. Removing his cloak, he rested against the walls for a moment to catch his breath and check his appearance once more. His mother urged him to make a good impression as he left which he would carry out to the best of his ability.<br/>He pushed the door open and approached the Inn keeper with a gentle smile.<br/>"Excuse me, sir, I'm here for the Dragon Academy? Who would it be that I speak to about that?" As he waited, Llyr occupied the nearest seat and removed his leather bag from his back and rustled his hands among the contents. There was nothing he particularly needed at that moment but he was restless and could not bring himself to sit still.