Sarmo stands among the fields outside Restalus, watching the Dragon Mountains...he's wearing his day to day Haori. He has Ragnarhorn in his right hand, the other behind his back...

Sarmo: He gazes upon the draconic lands... "I suppose a visit to The Dragons is needed. A look for a Dragon Egg is vital, a dragon for Restalus would greatly help..." He sips tea, doing his own thing and relaxing, the bustling scapes of Oseran's capital does not reach him.