Andrew walked into the pub, his sabre parked in the landing bay after a long days flying. He felt tired, yet couldn't miss the whispers of some young looking men standing near the local information board and he shuffled them aside so he could get a closer look. He chuckled to himself and returned to his chair and took his suitcase and opened it, looking over the old and new wrenches and other more technological items.
"I guess you can fix that isn't broken...im in..."
He chuckled to himself and sat down in his seat to wait, the registration fee all paid and signed for.