After the man finished the long list of rules and instructions, he folded the parchment and gave it to the one to his right. "Does my lady understand the rules?" he asked, his voice low.
Ivalyn looked carefully at him for the first time. He was young, in his late 20s or early 30s, younger than she expected, considering his task to instruct and supervise the ones who will tame a dragon. His dark hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of his head, face was free from wrinkles except those between his dark violet eyes.
"Yes," she responded with a clear voice staring into his eyes.
"Does my lady have any questions or any unclarity?"
"No."
"Well, then, please this way," he guided her to a door adorned with ornate carvings behind him, opening it for her. "I wish my lady good luck," a big smile formed on his face.
