Romania
City: Singhisoara Region: Transylvania Currency: Lei
Town Southwards, there were the outlines of medieval castles. "That's the Muggle part. The big castle there was the home of some Muggle. Dracula never really lived there, or any other vampire for that matter. West, and a small village was visable only a few metres away. "Muggles can't see it, but there you'll find plenty of wizards, and some vampires as well. Most of them choose not to mingle with wizards, but the Romanian laws encourage integration. Oh, and don't try to apparate once inside the city limits. You won't be able to, and it hurts like a bitch."
Name of the Pub: Ceasu Rau Bartender: Petre, swings both ways, friendly Girl friend: Dorina, and you do not want to piss her off. She makes the Dark Lord look like a first year when she think someone is trying to hitting on Petre "Food is great here. With all the wizards from all over Europe, they have a more international menu."
Camp
Head Keeper: Dimitri Florescu
Other Keepers: - Mihaela: short spiky, dark hair, ring in her bottom lip, pale, muscular and lean body. - Nicu - Iona
"There are about twenty to thirty dragons at any given time. We mostly have Longhorns, but sometimes we end up hosting other dragons, mostly Horntails from Hungary. The camp is ten thousand square kilometres, plus we have the pits where we hold the sick animals at the edge of the camp. There..." Charlie pointed toward semi permanent buildings. "That's where we do out research. We take parts - shells from eggs, shed scales, anything else we can find, - we mix them with other ingredients, and record their reactions. We don't truly do any real potion making."
He turned pointing to the North. "That's where we tie them up at night. The tents are nearby, so we can be there quickly if they escape. In between, you can see the infirmary. We mostly have to do with burns from both the dragons and the experiments, some falls, a few broken bones."
"When a dragon is a sick, about to die, we take it near the pits. That's where we skin them, collects all the parts. You become good with a knife if you hang around long enough." Charlie stared at Terence. "We don't kill them, we only use animals who die naturally. We do break some of the eggs to maintain a good ratio, otherwise, we'd be overwhelmed. Those bastards are killing them for parts."