Fort Weyr - Weyrleader's Offices
Aged by time, this office has lived through the ages of Fort just as its counterparts have. But unlike the Weyrsecond and Junior Weyrwomen offices, this cavern is spacious and formed in a rough semicircle of three conjoined caves that were carved and modified Turns ago. The middle portion acts as a waiting room of sorts, holding only a few modest chairs and a simple tapestry to otherwise brighten up the plain stone walls. There are no windows here and the only light comes from well placed glow baskets.
To the right, the smaller of the two adjoining caverns has been set aside for the Weyrwoman, a large desk situated in the middle and a bookshelf pressed against the wall. A small hearth allows for some warmth in the colder months and another cabinet rests across the room to hold various supplies, as well as several books, reports and records. More tapestries have been hung there, lending some color to room.
On the left, the larger cavern belongs to the Weyrleader's office and the walls here are littered with a vast array of maps, as well as a tapestry hung behind where he would sit. The desk is large and the wood aged, looking old and a bit worn, but well tended too. Shelves and a bookshelf line one wall, crammed with rolled hides, other maps, books, reports and records and all arranged in an organized chaos. A small hearth has been built in here as well and various well placed glow baskets are hung to offer just the right amount of light in this windowless office.
Both offices have stout wooden doors that have been carefully worked into the stone. They can be closed and locked if privacy is needed but are often left open.


It has been a candlemark or more since the news came in that Harper Rayathess was injured and Fort was called upon to respond. Th'ero and Nyalle stood outside the complex and Th'ero gave a brief talk to the weyrfolk who came to listen. But now the real work begins, and Nyalle is in her office frowning at some hide records on her desk.

Inri, either pragmatic or just trying to be helpful, disappeared — and is now reappearing at her Senior's desk with a tea tray. "Ma'am," gently, because she is still not always sure when first-name basis is something Nyalle is in the mood for, and now really doesn't seem like the time for being casual, "I brought you a drink. Well, and me a drink. Where do you need me?"

Nyalle looks up when Inri arrives, surprised (and so PLEASED) to see the tea tray. This is just what she needs. Take a lesson, Th'ero. Show up with tea instead of swords and you'll get further. "Thank you," she says. "I need to find information about a drudge named Hazelon. He is…unfortunately was a drudge of ours and the one implicated in this attack on Harper Rayathess. Do you know him?"

There is nothing diplomatic or soothing about swords. Inri knows this one. "Was? Did he die, or just get fired —" Back up a little, Inri. Because, actually, she does, and seems a bit taken aback and surprised of that fact: "Actually, yes. I do. Not well. But we've interacted a couple of times, and he helped me organize some of the fabric stores … he didn't seem like the violent type." But he was quiet, and you know what they say.

Nyalle shakes her head. "He's not here." Clearly. Implicated in the attack, it'd be easy to figure out he wasn't a part of it if he were working. Alas…he is not. "You do?" Nyalle asks, sitting up. "He didn't? What do you remember?"

Thinking back, Inri (predictably) chews at her lip a little. "Nothing stood out as remarkable," is the first thing that crosses her mind. "He had a strong work ethic. Quiet demeanor. Seemed a little surprised to see a weyrwoman scaling shelves, very eager to help. Kinda shy?" To Inri most people are kind of shy, because she's loud, but this one especially.

Nyalle frowns thoughtfully. "Well, Ezra swears he is the one who attacked Rayathess," she says with a sigh. "What I need from you," the social one, the graceful one, the one who can do what Nyalle can't, "is to talk to anyone else who knows Hazelon. We need information about him. Motives, skills…anything."

Inri has experience spying for Fort, at least; she did a little of it for Th'ero back when she worked at the Gemstone. It's almost nice to step back in the role, except for all the ways it really, truly isn't. "Did Ezra give a reason? Did he see it, did they know each other before —" The worst one would of course be the accurate one. "But." She starts to hesitate to take a drink, stops herself, stays focused: "Of course I'll do my best. I'll just about have to annoy the entire Lower Caverns, since I'm not sure who does and who doesn't, but I'll start with the drudges. He hasn't been around so long as for Lana to have worked with him, unfortunately."

Nyalle shakes her head. "I don't know how Ezra knows. Don't have that information and he's with his brother…but the greenrider who came with the message said he /insisted/ it was Hazelon." She frowns a bit. "Hazelon has been a drudge here for several turns, ever since the trail."

"Was it that long ago? I assumed, since he seemed so uncertain about some things, that it must've been a little after — so Lana might know something. Good." Because Inri and Lana are totally besties, and Lana didn't threaten the goldrider when she was a drudge and cause a huge fuss or anything. "I trust Ezra, I think it's obvious that I consider him very important to me and I would believe what he said, so I'm not going to doubt it. I was just wondering, but if he's convinced, he's convinced, and so he must be right." Probably a bad way of looking at such an accusation, but Inri is loyal to the end to her friends.

Let's just hope Ezra is right, then. Nyalle however looks a bit concerned at so swiftly condemning a man. "It's the Harper's duty to run the trial," she finally decides, "not the weyr's. So if you could find out what you can about Hazelon, that would be useful."

"Oh. Of course. I'll just — I'm inclined to believe him as long as nobody can prove it wrong," because that is the right thing to do and Kouzevelth isn't having any of Inri's blind loyalty either, having swiftly reminded her, « You were surprised. You do not KNOW what happened. It may all be a misunderstanding. » "But I'll do everything I can to try and find evidence in either direction. Or not at all; any information can be useful, even if it proves nothing. Tea okay?"

Nyalle nods, "The tea is wonderful, Inri, thank you so much. Just what I needed." And she /smiles/ at her junior, warm and grateful. "Excellent. I will do what I can here with the records then. See what you find and report back. I believe Th'ero is having a briefing with the wings soon, be there for that if you can."

"If you find anyone he seemed to work with a lot in there, if that's recorded, just have Kayeth let us know? And I can focus in on those people. Or, I mean, of course you can tell me, but if it's more convenient to pass it along that way while I'm out playing gumshoe. Zel does like to be helpful." Zel also just likes Kayeth, a gold she finds she can comfortably socialize with where she really never could with Iaverulth or Zuvaleyuth. Differences in communication style and levels of enthusiasm. Not entirely Inri's point, though. "But if that's all, I'll start mingling and catch up with everyone when the wings get together? Did you want anything else to soothe your soul, I can get you a cookie."

Nyalle nods, "I will," she promises. Kayeth is on high alert right now, her thoughts everywhere at once, using her Senior's grasp to move communication wherever it is needed. The offer of a cookie has Nyalle looking a bit startled. Is Inri really thinking about cookies right now? Or…was it a joke? She struggles with it for a moment before deciding on a soft laugh. "i'm fine, Inri, thank you."

More a sideline comment attempting levity; that has always been Inri's way. Good cheer and positive vibes, unless she's furious. "Take care of yourself. Don't stress to death. Breaks are good," is her soft reminder, as she pulls her hair out of its bun and redoes it, pulling herself up to her feet. "I say as I'm about to go do the exact opposite of relaxing and not rest until I've interviewed two thirds of the Weyr. I never said I followed my own advice."

Nyalle smiles, "And I am grateful for it, Inri. Thank you." She's doing her duty, sure, but Nyalle has realized that being outwardly grateful about such things can get you far.

"Just be sure you rest once in a while! Can't run a Weyr when you're unconscious from exhaustion," is Inri's friendly parting shot, as she turns to go. "I'll report in soon. Or see you at the wing meeting, if you make it." And as soon as it's indicated she's clearly dismissed, she is out of the Weyrwoman's hair and the two of them are down to their individual cogs in the mystery-solving machine.