Drakkon had been around West Fiore, and he had been taking on quests that were around this place. He was going around the area to make sure that he wasn’t constantly doing the same repeatedly. The job he was handling was something he would enjoy more than anything. He would be taking a tournament job and his client wanted him to beat the champion and make a mockery out of him. He figured he could go ahead and do that, so he was making his way to the place.
It was then that he would make it to the front, and he would give the person at the front desk the signup sheet. When the person saw this, they would take it and they would direct him to the waiting room. It was then that Drakkon would move over to where they had sent him, and he would sit down on the seat nearby.
“Now to wait for my turn.” He said to himself.
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