The dragon duke considered how quickly she signed the contract, before adding some education classes to her training. That contract was signed far to quickly for her to have done an in depth read, and while he wasn't going to complain about moving quickly, that lack of caution would get her gutted.<br/><br/>Devaguea gave a wing shrug as they moved through the halls sized for dragons to move through with ease. "Maybe when I know more about you. As a dragon, I am going to live for up to five millennia, assuming someone doesn't cut that short. I will likely outlive most of my partners. So I want to make sure my partners are people I can cherish, as long after they are reduced to notes in the history books, I will remember. So give me a few years to know you, the real you."<br/><br/>He gave a sigh, before shrugging with his wings again. "Or that is what I would say if I was a normal gold dragon, or so I am told. In truth, my marriage will likely be political, and to secure one of the borders of my kingdom. Though I shudder at some of the current possibilities..."<br/><br/>The unusual gold dragon shuddered at the thought of some barbarian from Numeria or some tart from Galt, before shaking his head. "Any way, I am not saying no, I am saying lets at least figure out if we can stand each other first."<br/><br/>He glanced at the door they had stopped outside, before nodding. "And here is your room. Your assignment for the rest of today and tomorrow is to move in, get settled, meet the staff and the advisor council whom you will be working with extensively once you get to done with your training, and get to know the castle and town. On Oathday a schedule will be delivered to your room, for start on Fireday morning."<br/><br/>Devaguea gave her an impish grin, before nodding. "Welcome to the crew, Apprentice Nyrissa. I look forward to seeing where your skills grow and take you."