Tourism Roost

[npc_drakorajdanto]

The tourism roost is at the northmost bit of the ring of cliff surrounding Acquariet. It looks like a stable with a cheap tourism center planted in front of it. The stable is made of rock, and there is a sheet of metal shielding the center from it. From the stable, one can hear croaks and roars and inhuman clicking noises.

Outside of the tourism center is a large sign repeating information in several languages:

Dragon-Riding Lessons - 10 Acquas per hour Mon-Fri
Stable Tour - 50 Acquills
Free Starter Pack available to all newcomers! Come inside for details!
Please do not feed the dragons.

The sign also has a bit of red graffiti on the edge of it: "l4tul4 w4s h3r3!!"

Normally, Rukurow is either inside the center or riding his dragon nearby. Everyone is free to talk to him at any time.

Comments

[dogmaticaristocrat]

[Caesel had been trying to settle in to this new 'home'. "Acquariet" they called it. However, adjusting to this new place he knew wouldn't be so easy for someone like him. All that prejudice between trolls, the constant fight for survival and growth. It all seemed to be non-existent here. Even amongst trolls, the caste system seemed all but not important, which personally sent a small chill up his spine. He had gotten lost for the second time since his stay here when his phone suddenly went off which he picked up hesitantly to see the video of a strange looking human... cat... thing. Something about tourism and other things. What interested him most was helping the 'new people' get their bearings. Something he desperately needed. He hadn't been able to find a place where he seemed interested in becoming an apprentice, and this could possibly help his search. He tried to listen to the directions carefully before heading off in the direction where he believes the phone was telling him to go.

When he arrived he didn't look too impressed at what he saw. Taking a moment to press his glasses back into place before stepping into the center]

"Hello? Anyone here?"

[npc_drakorajdanto]

[The human-cat-thing is perched on what seems to be a very tall stool, about six inches taller than the counter it's set up behind. Right now there's a small lizard-like thing strung around his neck, clawing at his jacket with its two legs and hissing at Caesel as he enters. Rukurow waves a welcome.]

Allo! Are you a new citizen? Or a lost tourist, as I guess we could call you that too. [The lizard seems to make a noise like a raspy snicker.]

[dogmaticaristocrat]

[Caesel gave a slight impatient growl as he looked at the human-cat-thing with a slightly annoyed expression on his features]

I am NOT a tourist. I'm a new citizen... I suppose. I came about the call for helping figure my way around this strange place. I am guessing you are the one to do that.

[He tapped his cane on the ground once and shifted his stance to lean on it ever so slightly as his eyes scanned the area for a moment before returning to the human-cat-creature]

[npc_drakorajdanto]

[Rukurow smiles sympathetically.] Yeah, sorry. I am the person to come to for that. Well, first of all I'll need you to fill out these forms, if you haven't already...

[He hands over several forms. The first is mostly name, species, age (in years), gender, native currency and how much is on hand, native land and language, and the like. Next is a sign-up sheet for a new home, asking what the preferences for housing are. Then there's a list of professions and businesses currently offering apprentice positions, everything from artistry to courthouse work to helping out in the stables (which has a star for "dangerous field of work"). And lastly, a universal application for job studies.]

Once you get through those, this is your starter pack. [He takes out a box big enough to fit a large cat inside comfortably.] It's got a map of Acquariet, batteries for Acqua-phones, a calender marked with Outer City holidays, a flashlight, a notebook and a bag of chips. The kind of chips is always a surprise, we put them in randomly. And uh.. if there's anything alive in there, please don't tell anyone, just return it to me and I'll give you a new one. I don't know why that happens but it does sometimes. [The lizard on his shoulder nods like a charmed snake.]

[dogmaticaristocrat]

[Caesel nods to the cat-human-thing then looks over the forms, his eyes scanning the pages as he pushed his glasses into position before quickly scribbling down all the information. The first bits being easy however the list of professions and the housing preferences would not be so easy. he scanned through the list of professions first, looking for anything that would suit his skill set. However, nothing seemed to interest him at first. He narrowed his search down and eventually, begrudgingly, chose the police force as his goal for apprenticeship. Then onto housing choices... he put down a preference in a more secluded housing arrangement. However he wasn't too sure that would be an option, it was worth a shot though. He moved over to the bag after sliding the completed forms back to the creature and then examining the bag for a moment before slinging it over his shoulder]

Is that all I need to do? What am I suppose to do now?