Ista Hold Main Courtyard

Built into the side of a hard granite cliff, Ista Hold looms dominantly to the west. Windows pock the smooth surface of the cliff in neat rows until they get closer to the ground, where they begin to frame the great bronze doors leading into the Hold itself. A sea breeze seems constantly in the air here as the ocean and the wharf lay but dragonlengths to the east. Beaches are scattered to the north, recreational areas for the Hold's residents when not working.

It is an autumn afternoon.

Perched on a windowsill are RedRobin and Camorin.

Blue Cherenth, blue Padaketh, and gold Amerasuth are here.

You walk down a few steps into the courtyard.

Before you is a fairly large, and well-maintained wagon. Two good-sized runners are harnessed to it probably capable of pulling the fully loaded wagon with very little effort. In the cargo area are the tools and supplies of the smiths, including a small forge, several tool boxes. and other supplies.

Frago walks in.

Frago walks merrily towards the beach.

Frago walks merrily in from the beach.

Bryon walks in.

Bryon is five foot four inches tall. He is lean, but he has very defined muscles from working on odd jobs. He has broad shoulders and a quick smile. He has deep brown eyes that seem to look from thing to thing with quick little glances. He has brown hair that never seems to be under control.

Bryon is wearing a loose forest green shirt with a pair of tan breeches and some sturdy walking boots. He has a Smith Aprentice knot on his shoulder, of which he is very proud. His trousers and shirt have spots of dark grey on them from working at the forges Bryon is holding a knife.

Thanatos walks in from the beach.

Frago watches the people coming in from the beac.

Myrna looks at all the activity with a smile. "I like it here."

Thanatos nods, smiling a little himself. "I still can't get quite used to it." Motioning towards the doors, he steps the way through.

Thanatos walks up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Myrna slips in on small, silent feet up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Tantric blows in with a gust of hot, dry desert wind down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Tantric grins and waves, " Commin!! I'm here I'm here.." Tanny's always fashionable late..

Dark tanned skin, roughened by the chaffing of the desert wind is smoothed over stronge rangy muscles. Her smile is closed-mouthed having learned long ago that sand can get into anything if it gets the chance. Her eyes shift and blow like the evermoving dunes that slowly race across the desert plain, a light almost white yellow color as she regards the new lands beyond her. Her hair is cropped and curlly, springing from her head like the branches of a dead tumblweed, hair that has been sanded and sunned till nearly no color remains. Her knees are chapped and sandscored as well as most of her legs and arms.

This girl is a lost waife, roaming across her desert domain with the ease of one brought up into it, and maybe she has at that. She drifts from cot hold to cot hold like the tumbleweed she is never staying long enough to attatch to anyone thing signifigant. She's a roamer, a nomad, a holdless one, and now she's here at Ista and the first word that comes to mind is, 'Why?'

Tanny is wearing a sturdy white cotten toga, maybe a gift from the last cothold she stayed at. It wraps around her body snugly but comfortably. Protecting and yet giving freedom of movement. Her lace up sandals are made from scraps of wehrhide that have been clumbsily stitched together byt a prepubescent hand. Used to protect her face is a scarf that wraps around her head face and neck, only revealing the desert of her eyes at times. A dark patch, Cloak, resides on Tantric's sunny shoulder.

Tantric's single twisted red and white shoulder loop shows that she is a Smith Apprentice.

Paric smiles and notices two smith apprentices, Bryon and Tantric. "Ah....have you two been assigned to anything today? I have something where I need a couple of people for.."

Frago hmms.

Bryon shakes his head, "I have all my assignments done. So I can help with anything."

Frago walks merrily up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Tantric grins, " I've finished my chores sir.."

Paric nods and turns back to the wagon, the expression on his face hardened. "Ah...okay...then up into the wagon. We have to bring these supplies up to the weyr...there's been an accident..." he says letting the last words trail off as he climbs up into his seat."

You climb up and sit down in the large wagon.
Inside large wagon, Paric climbs up and sits down in the large wagon.

You are sitting in a large wagon being pulled by two good-sized runners. In the cargo area behind you is a small forge, several toolboxes, and other supplies needed by the smiths.

Tantric climbs up and sits down in the large wagon.

Tantric nods and hops up, " OKay, sir!'

Bryon climbs up and sits down in the large wagon.

Tyrael walks in from the beach.

Tyrael walks up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Helyne walks with a skip and a smile down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Helyne walks with a skip and a smile towards the beach.

Paric rubs the back of his neck. "Hmmm...I believe one of the healers was to be coming with us."

Talia gracefully strolls in from the beach.

As you gaze upon this slender young lady you notice a simple grace and efficiency to her. No move is too large or too small as you note her reaching up to tuck a few wispy strands of her cinnamon brown hair back into the loose bun that rests on the nap of her neck. Short cut bangs sway along her forehead. Brown and gold flecked eyes quickly size you up as a gentle smile rises to her lightly tanned face. A feeling of calmness seems to wrap itself around her five and a half foot frame as she returns her attention to where it was before your eyes came to rest upon her.

A crisp cotton shirt, brightly white, with buttons made out of transluscent shells, hangs loosely from her shoulders, affording easy movement. The cuffs are rolled halfway up her forearms allowing the sleeves to billow out slightly. A cocoa brown skirt wraps itself around her slender waist and hangs to mid-calf. A simple brown belt is adorned with an equally simple, oval brass buckle. Calf-height brown wher-hide boots wrap themselves around her feet. Talia wears Listening Tube around her neck. Perched on Talia's shoulder, tail wrapped possesively around upper arm, is Balchdra.

A golden colored hair ribbon is tied around Talia's hair. The two ends curl and hang loosely.

She is wearing a silver chain bracelet with the Dolphinhealer Trainee and Healer Journeyman charms.

Tantric looks around for anyone in healer robes, " I don't see one sir!"

Bryon smiles grimly, "It's not good is it, sir?"

Talia puts on her knot.

Paric notices the healer walking up from the beach. "Over there, Tantric... Ah...over here." motions Paric from the large wagon. "Do you need any help with supplies?"

Talia frowns as she looks around, Balchdra chittering to her wildly and then looks over at Paric in the wagon. "Are you the group that's heading up to the Weyr?"

Paric turns around and nods to Bryon, "I'm not really sure...I was just told that there was a collapse and a few people injured."

Tantric nods, " Yes ma'am, we are.."

Paric turns back toward the healer and nods, "Yes...we are on our way up shortly. Do you have any gear you need loaded up?"

Talia nods and walks over to the wagon, dropping a few packages. "The Weyr should be haven everythin' we need, but a few extra supplies ne'er hurt anyone."

Paric nods, "Bryon, Tantric, help the healer with her supplies."

Bryon stands, says "Yes, sir." and begins helping the healer with the packages.

Tantric nods and snaps to, " Yes sir!" she says and hops down from the wagon to help load the healer's extra supplies

Talia chuckles softly, tilting her head to one side. "Talia. Me names Talia. Any updates on what be happenin'? I only heard there were a collapse an' tha' folk were hurt."

Talia hands up the few packages and then hikes up her skirt to climb into the wagon herself. "Thank ye lad, lass."

Bryon smiles grimly, "You're welcome," he says as he returns to his seat.

Tantric grins, " My pleasure ma'am.." she says and hops back up herself

Paric smiles at Talia and shakes his head. "No...haven't heard anything more than there was a collapse and people were hurt, including one of our apprentices..."

Paric turns about to make sure that everyone is seated. "Alright...got everything?"

Talia nods once, finding a open seat. "Well, I'm sure they'll be tellin' us what happened when we arrive."

Bryon blinks his eyes in worry, "Who was hurt?"

Paric turns to Bryon, "Ganarah..."

Bryon blinks again, in shock this time, "I was just helping her yesterday..."

Talia frowns, a look of concern coming over her face. "I've met the lass afore. I dinna hope it's bad."

Tantric eeps and looks around, " I think we're ready sir.. lets get there as soon as we can!

Paric nods in answer, then turns back around and takes hold of the reins. "Okay...boys...let's go" he says clucking with his tongue and snapping the reins of the team of runners. With a lurch the team begins to move.

Bryon whispers weakly, "Yes..." and trails off...

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

Main Beach

This long stretch of white sandy beach is one of the main gathering spots at Ista Hold. A large uprooted tree, felled in the big storm, makes for a great bench, for people or firelizards alike. To the east, the crystal blue waters of the Hold cove roll up in gentle waves onto the beach, hissing softly as they ebb and flow.

To the south, Ista Hold juts out of the cliff. Just west of here, a low bluff leads up to the grassy field that serves as the Hold's main gather grounds. Beaches stretch away to the north and south.

It is an autumn afternoon.

In the Hold Courtyard, you see Cherenth, Padaketh, and Amerasuth.

Curled up in the sand are Gaea, Casanova, Abacus, Kredare, Levi, Genisis, Damon, Laih, and Silvire.
Green Jezanth is here.

Garrett is here.

Jezanth eyes both wagon and team. Snacks?

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

You notice Talia looking at you.

Paric is a handsome man, a couple of inches short of 6'. His hair, brown in color, is cut short, as he does not wish to bother with the hassles involved in having long hair. Looking at his face you notice that his eyes at first appear to be hazel in color, however, their color seems to constantly shift from brown to black to green. His forehead is wrinkled in apparent concentration of some matter of importance. He begins talking to himself, scratches his left brow and then while sketching something in a notebook he is holding in his right hand, grins and exclaims 'Yes...yes that'll work! Hmmm! But maybe there is a better way.' At which point he rubs his chin with his left hand and stares intensely at what he had just drawn.

He is wearing a very comfortable pair of forest green pants and a light cotton shirt with short sleeves, perfect for the hot climate of Ista.

Paric is wearing a heavy band of gold made lovingly by Cera. Recessed within the center of the band is a beautiful antique star sapphire. An exquisite display of blue fire resembling the sky at midnight erupts from the stone when the light hits the inner matrix of the large sapphire. Tiny crystal chips, like drops of rain, cascade down the sides of the ring interspersed with miniature marquise sapphires.

Paric wears the knot of a Smith Craftsecond.

Bryon looks around bleakly...

Talia gives Bryon a hopeful smile. "Dinna worry too much about it lad. We'll know more when we git there."

Bryon weakly returns her smile, not saying anything, but hoping that she's right...

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

Steep Trail

You stand on a dirty, often muddy slope bordered by low scrub on both sides, giving little protection against erosion on the crevace-lined trail. The road ponderously climbs the edge of a ridge until reaching the peak, from which point almost everything around can be seen with stunning clarity. A crisp, cool breeze seems to blow perpetually from the ocean, cooling you as you make your way up the incline. The muddy road is easily wide enough for fully two wagons, and at just an incline so that a wagon or runnerbeast can make it over the ridge to Grinstead Hold with only a little tugging and pulling. This road seems to be the least roundabout way to get from Grinstead to the main Ista Hold, though its steepness largely prevents it from become too popular except for wagons and runnerbeasts.

It is an autumn afternoon.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Tantric sits in her seat silently wishing the wagon to go faster.. despite her queasy tummy

Talia fusses with a few of the packets, murmuring softly to herself, as if to make sure she didn't forget anything.

Paric begins to hum an unrecognizable tune to himself as he steers the team up the trail. Every once and awhile he glances at the others smiling reassuringly that everything will be all right.

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

You head towards Grinstead Hold.

Trail to Grinstead Hold

A trail leading back through the trees on the north side of the Emerald Ridge. The trail is wide for enough a big wagon to pass. The big trees at the sides provide shelter from the sun even at mid day. There is a big sign painted in emerald green at the trail.

It is an autumn afternoon.

You stand on the trail to Grinstead Hold.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Paric rubs the back of his neck with one hand, then places it back on the reins of the team. He looks over at the two apprentices and smiles, "We should probably water the team when we reach Grinstead. It'll be a short stop...."

Bryon doesn't say anything, just sits in his seat and hopes...

Tantric looks up and nods, " Okay sir..." she hopes that the horses can drink quickly

Talia glances at Tantric and Bryon, once again giving them a hopeful smile. She turns to Parric as he speaks and nods her head. "It dinna do any good ta wear them out, wise ta stop an' stretch a bit too."

Paric nods in agreement. "Yes...very true..."

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

You go to the Farm Yard.

Farm Yard

It is an autumn afternoon.

On the perch is Randle.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

You go to the Green Lake.

Green Lake

A little lake at the feet of the Emerald Ridge. The lake is surrounded by big trees. The shadowed water looks a little greenish. A small water fall is dropping from the Emeral Ridge creating a spectacular Rainbow. The lake shore is covered with grass. There is clearing on the front beach, big enough for a dragon to land. You can smell Orchids and Mint. There are few stone chairs here.

It is an autumn afternoon.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Paric turns around and nods to Tantric and Bryon, "Okay...why don't you two make sure the runners get some water and a little food, then do likewise. We'll be back on the road shortly thereafter."

Bryon nods, and says without any energy, "Yes, sir."

Bryon climbs downs from the large wagon.

Talia chuckles softly at Paric. "Make sure ye feed yerself as well, ser. I'll run in ta the house an' see what they may have fer us."

Paric smiles at Talia, "And perhaps you should take a little break too... we still have a ways to go."

Paric nods, "That I will do.."

Talia blinks and then smiles at Paric. "Aye, ser. I will,"she says softly as she climbs out of the wagon.

Bryon goes about making sure the horses get water, "Hey Tantric, why don't you get the food, that way we'll get done faster."

Talia climbs downs from the large wagon.

Tantric nods, " Okay sir..

Tantric climbs downs from the large wagon.
Talia gracefully strolls to the Farm.

Paric climbs into the back of the wagon and begins to rummage through his pack, removing a small wrapped object and a small piece of cloth.

You climb down from the large wagon.

Bryon and Tantric are here.

Tantric grabs the food for the runners and puts it in front of them

Bryon raises an eyebrow, "I can't believe you called me sir..."

Paric raises an eyebrow and looks at Bryon. "Hmmmm?"

Bryon smiles at Paric, "Tantric called me sir. At least, I think she did, sir."

Tantric shrugs, " Habit Sir..":

Bryon smiles.

OOC: Tantric eeps and has to go

Tantric has disconnected.

Tantric falls asleep.

OOC: Bryon says "that was sudden, but I wouldn't be surprised if I have to do the same"

Paric chuckles and nods, "Ah...okay. " He walks over toward the lake and sits down on the shore for a bit pulling the scrap of cloth out to look at. He studies the cloth for a moment and sighs.

OOC: Paric nods, "Ah well...we'll try and keep her on the trip..."

Bryon continues feeding the horses and watering them. He looks over at Craftsecond Paric, wondering what the scrap is.

OOC: Bryon says "I have to go, I'll be back."

Paric folds the scrap of cloth up and puts it back into his pocket.

Talia gracefully strolls in from the Farm Yard.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Tantric off to bed.

Paric rubs the back of his neck as he looks out on the lake, a rainbow forming over by the ridge.

Talia walks in with a basket of food and a couple bottles of redfruit juice. Narissa said ta help ourselves, so I took the liberty ta make up a basket fer us all."

Bryon wakes up.

Bryon has connected.

Paric smiles and nods, "Good...Bryon, if you and Tantric are done with the runners, why don't you eat and drink something. Talia has brought plenty back from the Farm."

OOC: Bryon says "told you so"

Talia sets the basket down on the back of the wagon, using it much like a table, as she pulls out some roast wherry, fresh bread, orange fruit, berry bubblies, a bottle of redfruit juice and a pot of klah.

Bryon sits but isn't really hungry.

Talia gives Bryon a stern look. "Best eat something lad, ye dinna want me going all healer on ye and putting ye off here fer being sick."

Bryon looks somewhat startled, then mumbles, "Yes ma'am."

Paric nods, "Yes...eat." he says standing up and walking back over to the wagon. He talks a piece of bread and a slice of wherry and takes a bite from both at the same time.

Bryon takes some of the food and starts eating it absently...

Talia nods at both of you and sets about making some food for herself.

Talia pours herself some klah and then raises an eyebrow to Paric. "Anyone else?"

Bryon shakes his head, "No thank you."

Paric takes another couple of bites from his impromptu sandwich and nods to Talia, "Yes...thank you."

Talia pours a cup for Paric, handing it to him and then resealing the pot of klah.

Paric murmers thanks to the healer as he accepts the cup, then proceeds to drink it.

Talia looks back and forth between the two of you, traces of concern on her face. "Worryin' will nae do anyone good, me lads. Jus' hope fer the best and we'll see what we see when we git there." She finishes off her sandwich and washes it down with the cup of klah.

Bryon finishes the little bit of food he has left.

Paric smiles and nods, "You are right...perhaps we should be going then, " he says finishing off the klah in his cup.

Talia nods to Paric, a soft smile on her lips, and packs up the rest of the food. "We kin eat this along the way if'n we git hungry."

Bryon helps pack up the few things they have, and climbs into the wagon

Bryon climbs up and sits down in the large wagon.

Talia tucks the basket into the back of the wagon and then climbs up inside.

Talia climbs up and sits down in the large wagon.

You climb up and sit down in the large wagon.

You are sitting in a large wagon being pulled by two good-sized runners. In the cargo area behind you is a small forge, several toolboxes, and other supplies needed by the smiths.

Bryon and Talia are in the large wagon.

Tantric quickly finishes her meal and climbs up into the wagon with the others.

Paric takes hold of the reins and makes a clicking sound with his tongue.

OOC: Talia says "she's gone. Just @emit... yeah."

Paric smiles, "Let's go boys, " he calls out to the team of runners.

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

You go to the Farm Yard.

Farm Yard

It is an autumn sunset.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

You go to the Paved Road.

Paved Road

This heavily used road is the connection between Grinstead Hold and the smaller farm of Gordon's. Eastwards, a young orchard stretches toward the cliffs with the sea beyond. By the orchards, to the northwest, you see the glossy green carpet of numbweed. Westwards and inlands lays a group of fields.

It is an autumn sunset.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Talia wrinkles her nose as the wagon passes near the numbweed fields, a soft chuckle floating out of her.

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

You go to the Gar CrossRoads.

Gar CrossRoads

The road starts rising here as it heads toward the mountains of Ista. Wagon ruts criss-cross the paths to and from Grinstead and Gar. The air is filled with the sounds of birds chirping from the surrounding woods, from which the trail was cut. A newly carved sign is placed just to the side. Carved on the sign is an arrow pointing North with the words Gar Hold' and an arrow pointing South with the words Grinstead Hold'.

It is an autumn sunset.

Above, you see Chiqueth.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Paric looks up above at the dragon and smiles knowing that they are nearing the weyr. "Not to far..." he says letting the words drop off, then snapping the reins once again.

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

You go to the Ridge Runner Road.

Ridge Runner Road

Along the central ridge trail, you catch sight of the occasional traveler or wagon train, meandering between Hold and Weyr. The long sloping valleys of the island drop down and away from you on all sides, and you can see the ocean off in the distance.

The road forks here, and a smaller side road drops off to the west into a valley. Off in the distance, you can see the looming presence of Ista Weyr, and surmise that this must be the road to the Weyr.

It is an autumn sunset.

You notice Cartan asleep here.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Bryon smiles and hopes that it doesn't take much longer

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

You go to the Weyr Road.

Trees close in above you as you walk along this forest road. The track is wide, and obviously well-traveled, but it's hard to tell just where you are or how far you've come along this road. There is little to guide you, other than the seabreeze and the gentle slope downward.

Weyr Road

It is an autumn sunset.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Talia twitches her skirts and gazes out of the wagon.

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

You head down the trail to the northwest.

Outside Ista Weyr

You stand at the mouth of the wide gaping tunnel that leads down into Ista Weyr's bowels. The Weyr cliffs soar skyward above you, dwarfing you with their immense presence. To the southeast, a wide wagon track leads down into the forest.

It is an autumn sunset.

You see a wagonmaster and Istan Wagon Two here.

You blink as you emerge from the trees, and stare up at the towering cliffs of Ista Weyr.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Bryon looks at the cliffs, knowing that they'll soon be there.

Paric smiles and nods. "Good...we're here..." he says as he carefully guides the team into the tunnel where they will be forced to unload.

Paric urges the team of runners to pull the large wagon forward.

You go to the Weyr Tunnel.

Weyr Tunnel

This long open tunnel, one of the Weyr's largest lava tubes, snakes its way under the Weyr wall in a long slow arc, leading downward to the northeast and out into the Weyr bowl. Southeast it slopes upward towards daylight, and the road leading to Ista Hold.

Aged by time and perhaps weakened by Turns-ago flood, the smooth rock of this long tunnel sports some relatively new nooks and crannies; one such crevice appearing large enough for a human to slip through -- should they so desire.

Paric carefully drives the team of runners pulling the large wagon.

Talia peers out of the wagon and nods. "Aye.. any time now an' we'll know where we stand."

Bryon closes his eyes, hoping his worst fears aren't true.

Paric nods, "Yes."

Paric looks over at the apprentices, "Okay...Bryon, Tantric. Why don't you help unload the Talia's supplies and we'll take them up to the tunnel. We'll get our stuff out when we see what the situtation looks like."

You climb down from the large wagon.

Bryon climbs downs from the large wagon.

Bryon starts unloading supplies from the wagon, gently, as he does not know if any of it is fragile.

Talia climbs downs from the large wagon.

Bryon continues unloading the remaining supplies, smiling grimly at Talia, "Is there any other's ma'am?"

Talia looks around at the packages and shakes her head. "Nae lad, that be all o' them. Thank ye." She picks up a few of the packages and settles them on her hip.

Bryon picks up the remaining things and prepares to follow Talia.

Paric nods, "Okay...lets go..."

Talia looks at Paric and then towards the bowl. "Lead on, ser."

You go to the Southeastern Bowl.

This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs.

It is an autumn sunset.

Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are Emjay, Nyx, and Inferno.

Brown Morath, blue Taklith, bronze Nhamarath, green Zoryanth, and bronze Ambarth are here.

Talia gracefully strolls in from the Weyr Tunnel.

Bryon walks in from the Weyr Tunnel.

You go into the living cavern.

The smooth, rounded walls of the vast living cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light up toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient lustrous tables run along the long axis of the cavern, and at the far end is the raised dais and high table, where the Weyrleaders and their honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is chiseled into the stone: a smoking mountain in black, on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.

Perched near the food are eight firelizards.

You see Chiram, Fruit Basket, sweet sticks, and Tray of Bubblies here.

Talia gracefully strolls in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Bryon walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

You go to the Northeastern Caverns.

Deep booming caverns spin north from the hub of the living cavern like spokes of some great stone wheel: narrowing quickly, the catacombs of the weyr twist and turn under and around each other, lava pockets and burps now forming the living and working spaces of the weyr. Glows gleam, faintly green and fickle, from the baskets that swing along the walls.

The faint scent of sweet sand beckons off to the north, and the racous calls of gambling and darts betrays the low entrance to the gaming rooms towards the northwest.

Talia gracefully strolls in from the Living Cavern.

Bryon walks in from the Living Cavern.

You go to the Winding Tunnel.

Long and thin, the tunnel winds out from a more frequented hallway, floor's dust only upset by the rare set of footprints or tunnelsnake track. Barrel-vaulted, it trails on, deep into the Weyr, leading to caverns unseen by most.

Talia gracefully strolls in from the Northeastern Caverns.

Bryon walks in from the Northeastern Caverns.

Paric looks down one of the tunnels, "I think it is this way."

You go to the Dusty Cavern.