"Looks like my turn, then."  Handing Sonja's sword back to her, Conrad rises, and walks to the sign-up sheet.  He trades a nod with the guard but ignores the quill, and dips a claw in the inkwell to sign his name.<em>Conrad Darasv,</em>he writes, then decides to embellish a bit as the other two did;<em>son of the dragon Lexsvernusk.</em>He shakes off the excess ink, and walks back to his table.<br/><br/>"That's three, then.  A few more like us, the world should be in good hands."