Fort Weyr - Living Caverns
This cavern, having been created by bubbles in the volcanic flow of this extinct volcano, has a breathtaking ceiling — a vast dome that arches high above the heads of the weyrfolk that scurry around beneath it. A hollow echo can be heard from loud enough noises, and the chatterings of various firelizards are consequently multiplied into a chaotic babble. All in all, the living cavern is a loud place.
Tables are scattered around the room, apparently in no particular order. Over to one side near the kitchens, two medium sized serving tables are constantly spread with snacks, klah, and other goodies. The tables look worn, yet perfectly fitted to the atmosphere of the caverns. In the 'corners' of the cavern, smaller two and four place tables are set up for more private talks or just a less chaotic atmosphere in which to eat.


Yurolt sits near the day hearth, partly warming himself, partly lost in thought. A rapidly cool mug of klah stands a few inches away from the lad apparently forgotten. Ever the soldier, Yurolt subtly notices the entrance of K'drozen and gives a curt nod and a crisp salute, as a good guard should. Even if he is off duty.

K'drozen makes his way slowly into the living cavern and gives a slightly supprised nod and salute back to the gaurd, not being one that has the best reputation among the gaurd, "Afternoon." he sas softly as he nears to whre the gaurd sits.

Yurolt stands to offer the rider a better spot near the hearth. He glances at the dragonman's shoulder knot and smiles, "G'dafternoon to you. Thunderbird wing?" He indicates K'drozen's knot and though he asked the question his tone implies it more a statement of fact. Grabbing his now cool mug of klah he motions the rider to his emptied seat and moves a few feet over to less desirable seat. Clearly this young man respects and honors the rank structure, almost to the point of dogma.

K'drozen nods and says, "Thanks." as the younger man makes a spot for him and nods, "Yeah, thunderbird." he glances to the gaurd, "I don't think we have met, Im K'drozen, brown Rhyrith rider." he offers the gaurd his hand.

Yurolt accepts the hand with fierce bravado and shakes the rider's. "Yurolt, Guard Recruit." He jerks his thumb toward his chest to indicate he is referring to himself. Perhaps a rather pointless gesture, seeing as there is no one else around he could be talking about. However, he appears not to notice his futile motion and continues, "Well met K'drozen, my regards to brown Rhyrith…if you don't mind my asking, how do you like your wing? Is it exciting?" Clearly routine patrols and Weyr security can be quite tedious and boring for a young guard and Yurolt longs for excitment.

K'drozen chuckles and says, "It can be exciting but at the same times, in our wing you hope for the quiet. Exciting ussualy means something pretty horrible is going on."

Yurolt does not seem phased by "pretty horrible" and his eyes glow with a fire behind them. "At least you're not stuck in the Weyr. I've only been a proper guard a little over a week and I've already been through all the halls enough to have them memorized." He sighs longingly and realizes that as a recruit he probably should not be venting his frustrations to a dragonrider. Actually he shouldn't be venting to anyone, Sergeant Oannis wouldn't approve…

K'drozen chuckles and says, "oh I am sure you will get some excitment. Expecially when the winter storms hit hard, we will have you all out on the ground for some of our search and rescue operations.

Yurolt grimaces. The thought of search and rescue does not sound appealing at all. "I'm actually hoping to be involved in whatever is going on in Gold Hill. I've only heard rumors but it sounds 'exciting'"

K'drozen shakes his head, "I don't know that I would call it exciting." his expression, "Them folks are dangerous." he notes the grimace, "And alot of the work involved in investigating things. Well it is more boring then walking these halls."

Yurolt perks up at "Them folks are dangerous" and his hand slips unconsciously to his sword hilt. A smile works it way across his face and he say, "That's what I signed on for…" Clearly his youthful exuberance won't be cooled until he's been tried by fire. Not the wisest of viewpoints, but young people have never been accused of being overly wise. He gazes longingly into the fire for a brief few moments, clearly imagining his victorious possible battles at Gold Hill before he comes back to the present and the dragonman sitting next to him. "I'm sure you're down playing it, investigations sound just as exciting!"

K'drozen shakes his head and glances to the gaurds blade, "You any good with that thing?" shifting slightly in his stance near the fire.

Yurolt chuckles a very arrogant sounding laugh. He partially draws the sword revealing about a quarter of the blade. Yurolt stares down at the sword and says,"I've spents countless hours practicing with this sword. Sarn't Oannis says I'm one of the best he's seen. The Cap'n agrees." There's more than just a little hint of exaggeration in his tone, clearly the young man must have some skill, especially if the Sergeant Oannis lets him out of the barracks with a sword. However, one would probably be safe in betting a bit of the lad's skill is entirely in his own head.

K'drozen chuckles a bit at that, "Is that so?" he says, "I might just have to take you out to the practice yard some time and spar with you, knock a bit of the rust off." while K'drozen doesn't wear a sword, several heavy bladed knives can be seen handing from his person.

Yurolt grins ear to ear. "I'm always happy to spar. However, I'm not sure the Sarn't would approve of me sparring a rider." His grin quickly turns to a frown as he imagines the horrible retribution that Sergeant Oannis would wreck on his soul if he were to mess up. Clearly the Guard Sergeant trains his recruits well and commands their respect….and fear. Yurolt absently takes a draught from his klah and swallows in disgust. "Ugh…it's cold. Can I get you a mug while I refresh mine?"

K'drozen chuckles and nods, "Sure I could use one." he shakes his head, "Oh I know the sergeant. I am not so sure he wouldn't mind if you. 'put me in my place'" he smirks a bit.

Yurolt dumps his mug into the hearth fire and pours our a fresh mug. He grabs another of the mantle and fills it for K'drozen. Still not sure that the Sergeant wouldn't rip his soul from his body and throw it *between* he shrugs at the rider's remark. "I'll ask Sarn't if he objects…" Respect, pure respect…Well, no. Mostly fear.

K'drozen nods and says, "Let me know." he smiles and takes the mug fairly sure what the sergents responce will be, sorta a win win for him, either the rider takes the recruit down a few pegs or the disliked rider gets his butt kicked..

Yurolt sips from his fresh mug and nods in answer to K'drozen. "Mmm..Now that's good." The beverage warms his body and soothes some of the fear that had built from thinking about his Guard Sergeant. Now somewhat more relaxed, he settles himself back into his seat. "How long have you been at Fort?"

K'drozen says, "Just about 3 turns now, I transfered here just before my dauthter was born."

You say "Ah, you have a daughter? Well extremely late congratulations. Does she live in Weyr with you?"

K'drozen nods and smiles, "Kaylen lives with Jaye and me yes, and I think she love the weyr."

Yurolt smiles back to K'drozen. "Will she follow in her father's footsteps? Or perhaps you have a Craft in mind for her?" He pauses, realizing now that the girl must be less than three turns based on what the rider said. Oh well, Yurolt decides to let question remain in play.

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