At first, Narga's search would come up fruitless. No definite information, or none that didn't come with some bogus fee. It would have seemed like he would never find anything close to a dragon tamer when, out of the corner of his eye, he would see someone who truly stood out.<br/><br/>She easily cleared six feet, heavily scarred and muscular to suggest something of a barbarous nature or perhaps a sell sword. Whatever the origin of those scars, they didn't come from any sparring accidents. Her skin was a deep tan, and what little clothing she wore, most of it comprised of bandages, covered just the bare essentials. Long red hair was tied back behind her, deep green eyes looking back to her even more interesting occupant, who she was carrying on her back.<br/><br/>A young girl, looking to be no more older than the age of ten, had her arms wrapped gently around the bigger woman's neck as was smiling as she was spoken to by the woman. She was a stark contrast, not possibly the woman's daughter she to the sheer differences. The girl's hair was a brilliant silver, seeming to glow in the morning sun, and her eyes were a deep ruby glittering just as bright as her hair. Her skin was so pale it could have easily been called white, and her dress showed very little of her slender, delicate frame. The dress itself seemed to be made of of beautiful feathers, each woven together with an expertise that could have fooled someone into thinking that the girl could fly off at any second.<br/><br/>The two of them settled on a bench with eachother, sitting close together and conversing with eachother, paying little mind to the chatter and looks give to them from others.