The Winged Defenders' keep was certainly something to behold, rivaling even the opulent palaces of the Five Kings. It certainly had an impression on Sabine when he first arrived, mainly that it was still seemed so grand despite being a bit more practical that a fanciful showpiece. He'd spent most of his time in Tur in the keep for his training, with only a few ventures out to wander the country, as he's only been in the Kingdom for a few month longer than he's been training. It had been initially hard to find as not many of Tur's citizens were all that willing to give direction to a foreigner from the Main.

Yet now here he was, sure they probably didn't expect he'll be chosen by a dragon but still here he was, at least he had a shot.

He had been out when they recalled him, another one of his trips just to see the land but once he'd received the summons he began the trek back to the village. After an uneventful ride he was back to find some new activity in the village, he already knew what is was about though: there was to be another rite soon. It seemed that there were going to be more recruits returned and with there not being much time he decided against returning to his room and opted to wait at the bar and headed that way. that's when he noticed someone he hadn't seen around before. A man about his age wearing armor with the queen's symbol on it, new recruit it seemed. He went over to a seat near him and greeted the man, Mainlander accent in his voice as he spoke [color=ed1c24]"greetings, friend"[/color] he made a gesture to the barmaid, ordering his usual drink [color=ed1c24]"you're a new one, da? and a rite so soon. Anxious?"[/color] he took his drink from the maid and awaited a reply.

[@my Lalia]