Single post in Chronicles of Gaia (RP)

Ser was about to head back inside the inn and start cleaning to kill some time, something caught her eye however, it was distant, but unmistakable, a dust cloud, and something that looked like flags... "Well by the nine-tails... they're here AGAIN!? Sigh, best let the keep know..." closing the doors leading to the balcony and inwardly cursing that empire which seemed to think they could lay claim to everything, she went down to the bar. "Yo Keep! They didn't learn their lesson from the last time!" the bartender looked at her for a moment, before sighing himself and disappearing into a back room, walking back out moments later clad in heavy armour, the entire thing clearly made from previously living Dragons Scales and Bones, a wicked-looking spear being hoisted over his shoulder 'Gimme one of those smokes, I'll need something to stop me going bloodlust on them.', the Innkeep was an Ex-Dragoon of the highest calibre, having risen to such heights that he occasionally vanished to go test potential new Dragoons, and much like many of the older inhabitants, was not a force to be trifled with.