The dragon Enila, a tall and slim Amatyst dragon landed at the entrance, her rider dismounting in a flowing movement. The rider was dress in leather pants, with many odd looking hooks in them, a gray shirt, brown vest and a vorn crimsone red clock.
"Doesn't look like much, if you ask me Fenn" Enila said.
Fenn looked up.
"I know. But since when have you every concered yourself about what place i was teaching."
"Well, you know i care. If you had a bad day with your students, you just muffel around and curse to yourself all afternoon. It's anoying."
"Yeah yeah. Now." Fenn took a letter from the inner pocket in his vest. "Lets see. This Tessari person said to meet her around here someplace."
"I still don't see why you choose this school. There are many options outside the kingdom."
"I know, but. Well there respond was friendly and they didn't seem to care all that much that i have a bad reputation."
"Oh please. You just want to stay in the kingdom to cause a stir."
"Hehe. Arn't you the sly one this morning. Well i don't expect trouble to follow me this cornor of the kingdom, and i'm certain they wouldn't have asked me to come, if they considered me to much of a hazard."
"Have it your why then, but we need to look for a place to rest. Or at least a place where i can put all this junk."
Enila shok her neck, and the huge saddelbags that where strapped to her body gave clattered.
"Carefull now." Fenn said. "Mind the books."
Enila turned her eyes upwards, and walked over to the fountain to have a drink.
Fenn sighed. "Now where is that Elf Princippel."