July 31, 2004
A number of people converge in the lower caverns; later, R'hyn and Kiora have a more private conversation.

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You head through the short, sloping tunnel to the lower caverns.

Scay comes out of the residential cavern.

There are a number of people lurking about, either going to or coming from someplace, or relaxing in the small den. Kiora's one of the third group, curled up in a chair near the little hearth with a blanket pulled up to her chin. She's not doing anything particularly noticable, beyond eating a roll. Suspicious behaviour, that.

T'ren comes out of the short tunnel from the living caverns.

Finola exits the infirmary with a sigh, untying a dirty white apron that she wears to protect what she can of her clothes. Arching her back against her hand the healer stretches before fully entering the small hearth area and pulling up a chair near Kiora with a quiet "Good Evening Weyrwoman."

R'hyn approaches the little hearth with a hat pulled down over his face, his knot missing from his shoulder. Those same shoulders are hunched - in fact, the rider seems determined to be as missable as possible, except that he quickly comes up short as, reaching the hearth, he sights Kiora and Finola. Pausing, he smiles - a little hesitantly.

Casual sauntering best describes T'ren's entrance into the lower caverns. Hands are stuffed into pockets and it looks like he's got a specific destination in mind. Apparently, though, that plan gets tossed out the window as he spots Finola by the hearth area, and in some rather dubious company. A small frown and then he swerves to head over to the group.

Enter Scay. The young girl meanders out of the kitchens, her usual haunt, with seemingly no destination in mind. She's just wandering at the moment, hands folded behind her back and eyes a bit glazed. It's amazing she's not run into someone yet. But, despite the risk, she somehow does make it to the hearth intact, taking up a position at one side, well out of the way. That's when she seems to become aware of the company she's just barged into. Warily, she watches a moment, then curiousity gets the better of her. She edges closer to the gathering group. Inconspicuous? Well... Maybe not, but she's trying her best.

A slightly damp-haired A'raz moseys in from wherever the baths would be, and goes to warm up by the hearth. Kiora spotted, he quickly pulls up a chair beside her - and she and R'hyn, at least - yay for familiar people! - get small grins. "'Lo Weyrleaders." He holds his hands out. Ahhh. Warm. Good.

Kiora certainly isn't dubious. A bit wishy-washy, perhaps. Ki swallows the last bit of her roll, dusting the crumbs off as she offers a pleasant smile for Finola. "Howdy, all. Hi, R'hyn!" He gets a beam and a wave, a brighter version of which are turned on A'raz -- she's not single-minded, not at all.

Finola sits down with the sigh of someone who has been on their feet all day with no break but she still has on her professional 'healer face' when she looks at Kiora. "I have been trying to track you down, Weyrwoman. We have some supplies so here is that headache remedy I was telling you about. Boil a good sized cup of water add these..." she tosses a small packet of herbs on the table between them "..and you will feel better in no time." R'hyn and T'ren's seperate entrances are greeted, the first gets a formal nod of the head, the second a warm smile of welcome.

R'hyn looks a little - maybe even a lot - disappointed at his inability to blend in, and perhaps even the amount of people about; "Hey, Ki," he greets the goldrider, the others getting a weary smile and a bob of his head as he takes a seat nearby. "You're still getting those headaches? Is it--" breaking off, he glances at Finola, a little sadly; she liked him well enough /before/ he ended up here. "Journeywoman, have you any idea what's causing the headaches?"

T'ren takes up a spot behind Finola's seat, resting his hands on the chair back and peering over her shoulder as she tosses the herb packet onto the table, "Tastes really awful," he states casually, "but works really well." Kiora and R'hyn are both given nods of greeting. A'raz is noted when the brownrider follows Kiora's beaming gaze.

Ki's beam is returned with a light smile from A'raz, before he looks at the packet of herbs tossed out by Finola. "... /still/ suffering headaches?" He furrows an eyebrow ever-so-slightly.

"Don't worry about it, R'hyn," Kiora says firmly, reaching out just long enough to take the packets before pulling her hand quickly beneath the blanket again. "Thanks, ma'am. I don't know how much I'll need them, so if you get low again just send me a note and I'll give mine back. No fuss. I don't think anything from healers ever really tastes good, no offense of course, so I won't worry about that too much." There's no response for A'raz, save leaning over to pull the closest empty chair nearer to hers and gesturing for him to take it.

Finola looks up at T'ren with a smile and lifts an arm so she can put her hand on his. A puzzled frown crosses Finola's face as she hears R'hyn's question then gives Kiora an almost accusitory look "I think.." she says carefully "That Kiora and I will need to talk about that at some time in the infirmary." Her words are formed tactfully but leave little to doubt that she doesn't want to discuss Kiora's medical problems in front of everyone.

R'hyn doesn't look very convinced, and raises a skeptical eyebrow. If he intended to say something more to her, he stops, instead nodding, slowly, in response to Finola. "It's not my business, of course. I'm just... a little concerned." He glances back at Kiora, biting his lip, but says nothing more on the subject. "Did you talk to B'den, T'ren?"

T'ren has a faint smile on his face, quite content to stand behind the healer. Not exactly bothering to try and follow the conversation that's going on, he's caught off guard by R'hyn's sudden question to him and it takes a moment before he replies, "I did." Simple answer to a simple question and he doesn't appear to be elaborating on it any.

A'raz still has a sort of 'what the heck is going on' sort of look on his face, but deigns to venture further any more, and develops that telltale glaze. "Later - Inashanth calls." And he's out.

"It's nothing important," Kiora states. "But if you really want to talk about it, then I'll stop by tomorrow, ma'am." She can't help looking disappointed as A'raz departs, and she pushes the chair away before pulling the blanket a bit more tightly around her. "Did Trusilwyn and Emani get bandaged up alright, do you know?" Apparently having no opinion on B'den, she peeks at Finola again, her expression curious. "They looked pretty icky when I left them yesterday, and I haven't seen them since."

Finola gives R'hyn an approving look for his words "I'm sure the Weyrwoman will be sure to come see me tomorrow" she says mildly, going back to abstaining from referring to Kiora by name. "I appreciate you bringing this to my attention Weyrleader." Dropping the subject as easily as R'hyn she twists a little in her seat to see T'ren's face as he answers, the 'healer face' slipping to an expression of affection. To the question of the two girls Fin shrugs a little "I wasn't on duty but I heard about it but I imagine they got put back together alright. Emani is no slouch in the infirmary even if she does specialize in dragons so she won't lose her good looks."

R'hyn pulls off his hat, dropping it to his lap, and leans back, nodding calmly - with a brief, if curious, smile - to Finola. "Er-- you're welcome," he says, blinking at Kiora as he responds to the healer. His eyebrow raises again. Though his expression is glum, even disappointed, he makes no comment on the catfight, instead turning back to T'ren, probing him quietly. "And? Has he agreed?"

The catfight isn't even blinked at by T'ren. Instead he concentrates on R'hyn, watching the man carefully. When the next question comes, he gives his head a slight shake, hands gripping the back of Finola's chair a little more securely, "No, he hasn't." He frowns, "He's thinking about it. And since we're on the topic of B'den, have you said anything to him recently about his performance of duty by any chance?"

Kiora frowns at the mention of Emani's good looks. "Not like she'd suffer much if she did," she mutters, rubbing her nose slightly. Then, a bit more loudly, she adds, "So long as they didn't get hurt too bad. They were being terribly mean." She glances warily between R'hyn and T'ren, then, but continues to keep quiet on the topic of B'den, if only out of ignorance.

Finola listens to the conversation between R'hyn and T'ren with the mildly puzzled look of someone who doesn't have a clue what is being talked about. Fussing with the ties of the apron draped over her lap Fin gives Kiora an amused glance "I'm sure they will be fine but that kind of fighting shouldn't be allowed, all the children were talking about it this morning and most were very admiring of the way Tru took Emani down."

"It's a sta--" begins R'hyn, who then stops short, blinking a few times. "No." He pauses, then shakes his head. "No, certainly not. What gave you that idea?" Though distracted, R'hyn doesn't miss Finola's comment on the fight, and he pipes up, while still giving T'ren a quizzical glance, "It won't go unpunished, that's for sure."

The frown on T'ren's face deepens, although if it's over the B'den thing or the catfight isn't obvious. One hand is lifted off the chair back and rested lightly on Finola's shoulder, but it's R'hyn that the words are directed to, "It's not everyday that one of my wingleaders asks me who I'd replace him with if he stepped down." Mmmm, little possessive or something? "Made me wonder why he'd have brought it up is all." The brownrider falls silent.

Kiora sighs, looking down at the floor. "It was embarrassing, kinda, having two girls like that acting so silly. I always figured Emani was so smart ..." She trails off with a shrug. "I didn't know what I should do with them, so I just told them to keep out of each others' way and said I'd go speak to Geraine. Haven't caught her yet, though." Her frown returns, though it's a bit more thoughtful and a bit less grumpy. "Sometimes people wonder things like that," she adds, glancing at T'ren. "Just out of the blue. Maybe it's nothing? But you'd know better than me." So pretend she didn't say anything.

Finola simply nods when the matter of the catfight is decided by R'hyn "As long as it does get punished Weyrleader." T'ren's hand on her shoulder gets a brief brush against with her cheek as she quietly listens to the conversation between R'hyn and T'ren unfold and gets a better idea of what it is about. "They should have known better then to strike at each other like that. Brawling! In the living caverns..I can't remember the last time two young adults dared such a thing." If the red star crashed into the side of Pern Fin would probably find a way in which it would be the fault of Fort's new weyrleaders.

"I can assure you," R'hyn promises, quietly, "that I will not be replacing any of my Wingleaders at this time. I've told you this before. In fact, if any of them, including B'den, wished to step down, I would do my best to discourage them." His tone has gone cool, his words somewhat clipped. "I agree, it's curious. Oh, it will, Journeywoman. I expected more from Emani, and though I don't know this Tru--Trus-- True-person, I'd expect more there, too. Apparently she's been training at Harper Hall, or something? Tempers are, er, rising high, I suppose. So. But that's no excuse, really." He's turned a little pink.

A nod is given to R'hyn, "Yes, sir, you did say that already," retorts T'ren mildly. Kiora's comment is considered, and he mutters, "It's possible he was just curious to know I suppose, but that's just not like Brid, really." He listens for a moment and then frowns, "Trusilwyn is a respected record keeper here," he pauses for a moment, as if contemplating something, before continuing, "She has very, mmmmmm, strong opinions on some matters." He finally tires of standing, going to retrieve the chair near Kiora and placing it beside Finola, slumping into it with a sigh, "Perhaps it's time to consider finding some way to give people a chance to vent their tempers in a more productive manner."

"She's very disrespectful," Kiora notes. "Trusilwyn, I mean. Said a few nasty things about the Weyrleadership when I was talking to them both." She rubs her nose again, turning mildly pink. "Emani said a few nasty things about Trusilwyn being from Fort, too, from what I gathered. If we could find something better for them to do than fight about how one bunch of them hates the other, then I'd be real glad to support it."

Finola shifts, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them another way as she considers first R'hyn's words then T'ren's suggestion "Maybe races? Wrestling matches that are supervised? Everyone is pent up all day with the snow and cold temperatures outside and I wouldn't object to seeing some people out getting some more exercise." Said blandly she shoots a glance at a portly brownrider who had just entered on his way to the living caverns and nods a head in his direction "Case in point."

R'hyn, making a face, mumbles, "I'm sure he wouldn't tell me, if I asked. Bother." Looking strained, he adds, "I've no doubt that she's good at her job - though yes, I do gather that her opinions are... strong. As are Emani's." He rubs at the stubble on his chin, as ideas begin to be tossed around. "That's - there's some merit in that, yes. What about skating? Is there anywhere nearby suitable for that kind of activity? If we do mixed teams, people have to try and work together, but can work out their tempers, too, by competing."

T'ren leans back in his seat, shifting to get more comfortable. "I don't know about wrestling, but I do like the idea of mixed team something." He frowns though, "Although it may sound good in theory, I doubt that putting it into practice will have the desired results." Hand reaches up to scrub at the back of his neck, "Could end up with the team beating each other senseless if they lost."

"No wrestling for girls," Kiora decrees wryly. "As interesting in the boys in the caverns seemed to find it, I don't think it's going to solve anyone's problems." She stifles a yawn, clamping a hand over her mouth and mumbling an apology. "There's got to be something we can do that won't make too much of a ruckus."

Finola taps a finger against her lips as she thinks "Perhaps a game of capture the flag or whatever crazy thing the boys have been playing lately? Seems to include building snow forts and a lot of running around from what I've seen." She smiles faintly at the memory of her last viewing of the game "Though I'm sure the rate of bumps, bruises and bloody noses would go up in the infirmary after that." Though she hates to agree with Kiora about anyting Finola nods her head reluctantly "The men would get too much pleasure from that." A deft hand is raised as she stifles a yawn after seeing Kiora do the same thing.

R'hyn mms, thinking hard, his brow furrowed. "You may be right," he allows, nodding at T'ren. "However, I'm not sure what else to suggest. If we have teams of Fort natives, and teams of newcomers, it'll only make things worse I think. Capture the flag?" He adds, peering at Finola. "That's not one I'm familiar with. But if it's a friendly game, with serious rules - as in, anyone caught using physical force will suffer severe consequences - perhaps...?"

Yawns are contagious, dontcha know, and so it only follows that T'ren manages to cover one after Finola and Kiora do it. Hand over mouth he nods at R'hyn's words, then finally manages, "Poker. Always seems to do a decent enough job of letting off steam around here." He does chuckle slightly though, "Not exactly a team game though."

Kiora wriggles under her blanket. "Poker'd be a good idea, so long as they bet with something besides real marks, and you made sure nobody cheated. Or, y'know, the capture the flag thing, if folks bundled up warmly outside." Or at least the Istans did. "So there weren't too many colds or anything."

Finola gets an odd look on her face as she remembers one boy being pelted with at least fifteen snowballs as he ran to the opposite goal "I wouldn't call it 'friendly' exactly" she temporizes. "Perhaps a series of dragonpoker games then?" At the mention of poker she looks over at T'ren "Perhaps have the winners of smaller games play against each other for various prizes." She smiles warmly at the weyrsecond as he suggests the same thing "It could become a team game, I think Telgar actually has an artist who made a dragonpoker deck to resemble the current leaders of the weyr...." she trails off uncertainly with a look for the new Weyrleaders. Finola yawns again and looks definately sleepy eyed "I think I'm long overdue for some sleep" she says apologeticly.

R'hyn, finally, joins the trend of yawners, looking a little embarrassed. "Poker? Yes - I think that's a start. A team tournament; they get a point for each game their team wins, and the team with the most points-- well. You get the point." He hesitates, over Finola's point on the design of the dragonpoker deck, and says nothing - instead, he offers the Healer a bob of his head. "Good night, Journeywoman."

T'ren seems to be trying to put together teams in his head, and then blinks back to the conversation at hand, "Well, as long as the teams are organized well, it should work." He turns to smile at Finola, "I'll walk you to your room," and rises from his seat. Both Kiora and R'hyn are given brief nods, "Have a good evening, sir, ma'am."

Kiora beams after Finola and T'ren, lifting a hand to wave them off. "Have a nice walk. Or sleep. Or whatever." And then, to R'hyn, she cheerfully adds, "I'd forgotten we might get to be on cards. I feel kind of fancy, now."

Finola stands up and inclines her head to Kiora and R'hyn "I'll see you tomorrow Weyrwoman, have a pleasant evening." R'hyn gets a bob of the head as she walks by on the way to her room accompanied by T'ren.

"Oh!" R'hyn nods quickly. "Good night, T'ren." Pausing, as he turns back to Kiora, he laughs. "Yeah. Means sitting still for ages, though, being painted and... Ugh."

Finola heads in to Finola's room.

T'ren walks off with Finola, eyes rolling slightly at the Weyrleader types conversation.

T'ren heads in to Finola's room.

"I don't think they like us much," Kiora offers, once the pair are out of earshot. "And sitting still isn't all that bad. You could buy a deck and give it to your mother, or someone like that, you know? I doubt they'd sell real well otherwise, anyway."

R'hyn expels a long, frustrated sigh, and shakes his head. "No, I don't think they do. It doesn't feel fair - Finola liked me well enough the first time we met, at the Gather on Turnover. But she's not even Fortian and she hates me now." He seems to slump a great deal, now that they're alone - as far as anyone can be alone in the busy lower caverns. "But it's boring, and I have too much to do. She'd like that, though. And I bet the girl I danced with at the gather would get one," he adds, laughing sarcastically. "Though... she was jilted by me."

Kiora smiles mildly at R'hyn over her blanket. "I'm sure she still likes /you/ ... just not your knot, so much. I'm sure she'll feel better, soon. It's probably better if she doesn't like us anyway," she suggests, trying to be optimistic. "So then whenever she sees us, she just tells us if she wants something and lets us on our way to get it done." If he's into the whole never having a friendly conversation thing. "Don't go when you're busy, go when you're caught up on things. As much as you can be, at least. If you don't sit for a proper portrait, someone'll just do a doodle whenever you're standing still long enough." She rubs her nose, rearranging the blanket again. "I'm a bit jealous I didn't go to the gather, especially when Ara said he did. People seem to have liked it. How come you jilted her, though?"

"Yeah, maybe," says R'hyn, with a shrug. "It's not so much that-- I don't know. I just don't like the idea that suddenly I've turned into a person people can't like, you know?" He makes a muffled sound in response to her next comment, sounding somewhat unconvinced, and starts playing with the edge of his hat again. "Well. I suppose so. Eventually, then, I'll get around to it. The gather was... yeah, not bad. Oh, this girl? She was young enough to be my daughter, nearly, and was all over me. Finola saved me from her, that's how I met her."

"It's something you get used to," Kiora replies. "I'm sure there were people that didn't like you anyway, and now they can't avoid you to keep it from you." She pauses, then, blushing. "Sorry. That wasn't real nice of me. But ... I mean, I really don't think either of us are the kind of folks a Weyr would /pick/ to put in these positions, R'hyn. But we're still nice people all the same, so everyone else will just kind of get used to it. They're just too stubborn to like you right now, is all." Ki toys with her hair a bit, pushing it behind her ears. "'least she thought you were cute enough to warrant that kind of attention? Even if Finola did come save you. Somebody still likes you, at least." She grins.

R'hyn stares at the hearth moodily, grunting a kind of response. For a couple seconds, it might seem as though that's the only response he's going to give, but finally, he nods. "No, but you're probably right. No one is universally liked. I just liked being... you know, just another guy that most people had no problem with. Time. Yeah. Right. I'm tired of waiting, and it hasn't even been that long, yet." He glances up, a half smile presenting itself upon his lips. "It's flattering, really. An old guy like me. And Dix," this makes him almost beam, "still likes me, too. And you do, if in an... er, different way. And Oki, Emani -- even if I'm annoyed with her - and..." He seems set to name off all his friends, then suddenly seems to remember himself, and breaks off. "So. I suppose."

"Arisvath likes you," Kiora adds quietly. "And I hope you like yourself. And I do like you. You're nice, and you're smart, and you've been really great through all this. If some people aren't going to try and be nice to you long enough to sort that out, then you just remember all those people you named and you go talk to them. No use talking to people who don't want to listen."

R'hyn sits quite still for a little while, then a smile blossoms again. "Yeah. It's just easy to let them all get me down. Thank you-- for reminding me. I guess it'll work out, in one way or another. And in a couple of turns - especially if Siramyth has a big clutch - we can retire happily and people might stop hating us. How is she doing, anyway?"

Kiora smiles faintly. "S'better for both of us to be happy. Otherwise folks'll just talk about us sulking all the time." She rubs her nose, and shifts under the blanket. "She's mostly just fussy. She'll be on the sands pretty soon, I think. Not much longer than a week or so. I'll be kind of glad for it this time around," Kiora admits. "I can wear normal clothes and probably be comfortable, in this weather, instead of be burning up, like at home."

"True. Just gotta... make the best of it," agrees R'hyn, though not without a wrinkle of his nose. "Mmm. Arisvath's getting excited - but he doesn't have to do the egg-carrying, so I guess that's not surprising. It's nearly spring. I bet the weather will start getting nicer as soon as the eggs are about. It will be nice, though - not to fry quite so much." He stretches out his legs in front of him, adding, "Do you think it'll be a big clutch? Any bets?"

"Haven't a clue," Kiora admits, blushing faintly. "I still don't know how to tell yet. It could be, I guess. I mean, it was a real nice flight, for Siramyth, I suppose, so there'll be at least as many as last time, I'm sure."

R'hyn laughs, inadvertently dropping his hat as he continues to play with it. As he leans down to pick it up, he remarks, "I hope so. I mean - it /was/ a good flight. Long, and fast. And Fort - /we/ - need the dragons, and that usually makes a difference."

"Maybe so." Kiora pushes at her hair again. "At least when it's over and done with, then when Dovryth goes up everyone can fawn over her and leave us alone for a bit. Try not to let Arisvath win that one, though," she suggests, amused by the thought. "Siramyth'd be terribly jealous, and I really don't think that'd improve your image at all."

"And hopefully," R'hyn hesitates, a little unsure, "Dovryth will clutch a gold, and Siramyth won't. It'll make the Fortians happier, to have a Fort-bred gold. We can't really make them happy, so... better not infuriate them. But," he adds, grinning, "I will take Arisvath out of the weyr, if I have to. He's pretty dedicated, though - the only other dragon he'd chase, until he loses a flight of Siramyth's, would be Niaryth. And we won't be doing that."

Kiora snorts faintly. "That'd be fun, having to conduct business with you in between your visits to Ista to see Niaryth's clutch." She stretches her legs out, clapping a hand over her mouth to hide another yawn. "Nothing we can do about what kind of dragons either of them turns out. If they're going to fuss about having a gold from Istan dragons, then we'll just tell them we'd be glad to take her back with us if we go home, and see how much they feel like dealing with that."

R'hyn groans good-naturedly. "Oh, that'd be terrible. Thankfully, it's been turns and turns since he caught her, even if they're still very close. No worries there." Wiggling the toes of his right foot, he adds, "Yeah. I guess. I just keep hoping for ways to make things less... difficult. They can lord over us all they want, so long as they're, you know, reasonably happy. Heh. Yeah - take her away, and any progeny she has. That'd do it."

"Sometimes I wonder why they're so fussy," Kiora muses, peering thoughtfully into the fire. "They asked for help. E'van and Ainsley offered me, and they didn't turn me away. Certainly they knew that there'd be a chance that whatever gold they brought in would become senior. I mean, I know they needed the help, but if it were that important that a Fortian gold become senior, they could have taken the other riders first and waited until Dovryth went up to ask me to come, too, you know?"

"Or just announced that Dovryth would be Senior, and that was that," agrees R'hyn, keeping his voice low. "I know. I think they just like to complain -- they have a grudge against us, from the whole Priane debacle, and it just keep showing through. But we're here to /help/, and our-- our /former/ weyr is suffering for it."

"It's silly," Kiora agrees, lowering her voice as he does. "I can understand how they think it'd be odd, though, someone like me showing up instead of somebody sensible like Serriena, and then you showing up and Arisvath. But they don't even care about finding a reasonable explanation, it's just all got to be about someone out to ruin things."

R'hyn nods, quickly, dropping his hat into his lap again. "Exactly. Things didn't go the way they wanted, so we must have done it intentionally. They seem to feel the need to place the blame /somewhere/ -- and we're the easiest targets. I mean, when Priane sent riders, she sent lots. It was fairly obvious. But I was just me. And you can't blame Ainsley for sending her less experienced goldrider away."

Kiora considers this, gnawing on her bottom lip. "You could, I suppose. I mean, I'm not saying anyone planned it, but just that I can see where they'd get it. Especially if they're desperate to find something to get Ainsley or E'van in trouble for. I can't have been what they were expecting, and honestly, you're not much like any of the Fortians I've met so far. We're an odd pair for a Weyr in the middle of such rough times."

"And it's made worse, because Fort has closed flights," concludes R'hyn. "Geraine... is going to be a very good Senior Weyrwoman one day, I think. For someone so new to the whole thing, she's very capable. So I can understand that you - well, they compare her to you, and you're very different. We /are/ an odd pair."

"I'm not supposed to be doing this sort of thing," Kiora replies sensibly. "Geraine's more the sort, I suppose. I sit around and copy hides so little hold girls have something to hope for." Kiora inspires the young incompetant weyrwomen of tomorrow. "They'll learn to deal with us, if they want to get back to the way things were. Or something close to it, for them. And when the time's right, we'll step down, and they can do what they want, and you and me and A'raz and Cardixa and whoever can take a vacation and let Fort be so they'll like us more when we get back."

R'hyn half shuts his eyes, nodding. "Mmm. I look forward to it." Another yawn escapes, and he wrinkles his nose. "I should sleep. I'll see you in the morning, to go over some of those reports, okay?"

Kiora bobs her head, curling back up in her chair. "'course. Have a good sleep, R'hyn. I'll probably go soon, too." Before rumors of chronic insomnia start making the rounds, too.

"Yeah. Gotta keep your rest up," says R'hyn, as he stands, shoving his hat back on his head. "Night."

You head up the short, wide tunnel to the living cavern.

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