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 | when = Day 21, month 8, turn 28 of Interval 10
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 | quote = "Women in the bathing caverns are trying to get themselves clean, the women here are trying to get something else."
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-Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
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-Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.
+''Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.
 The day is just too lovely to be inside, but you still have to take time for food. Rhaelyn hovers at the serving table, eyeing the late selections with a slightly upcurled nose. After a moment of trying she catches the eye of one of the kitchen helpers, "Can you go back and get me one of those thick slices of bread and dip it right into some melted butter? Just toast it up, cover it with cheese and bring it out to me." Not giving the poor lad a chance to respond, the rider goes sauntering off to have a seat and wait for lunch to be delivered.
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 "This your first time?" E'gin asks, though with the way the boy climbed up the dragon he'd guess it wasn't. Practice has him settled between the brown's ridges, and strapping himself and his passenger in moments. A heavy pat is given to Vysravth's impressive mantle, his massive wings unfirl and without warning he launches himself into the sky. The trio climb quickly through the Reaches' sky, until they are out, high above the weyr, into the freedom of uninhabited air. It isn't a long flight to Tillek.
-Fishercraft Hall
+'''Vysravth
 Of course, the party leaks over to the Fishercraft Hall. But, here, it's mostly drunk fishermen on their way back to their Crafthall and the occasional vendor who wasn't approved to sell in the courtyard-- and a periodic apprentice looking wistfully at all the goings-on, undoubtedly forbidden to get as drunk as the rest of the party.
-Throughout the summer, the Tillekian weather remains cool with frequent, lingering fog. In the mornings, the fog can be pea-soup thick, often dissipating considerably by afternoon only to return in the evenings. On clear days, bright sun and breezes are usual.
+''Even in youth, this boxy brown looks like a dragon gone to seed: thick legs, bulging belly, a blunt nose matched in receding headknobs. But there's power there, too, in muscle buried under sheer bulk and a smooth-leather hide of almost uniform taupe. The color breaks only sporadically: a scuff here on the shoulder like maybe he ran into--or over--something; a little more graying around his temples; blunt lead-bullet talons on the end of each massive paw. Heavy, fibrous wings drape around his powerful shoulders, a mantle that would crush a lesser dragon. But he's a no-nonsense creature, pure physicality locked in his squared haunches and squat neck, matched with a certain ruthlessness in his small, dark eyes.
 Toren carefully climbs down off of the brown and he smiles at the dragon, "Thank you for the ride." He grins at E'gin, "Thank you for taking me, so where is the bar we are going to?" He asks with wide eyed harper boy wonder.
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	"I hope your food gets here soon, Rhaelyn." The brownrider stands, taking another heaping bite as he does. His mouth full he offers only a wave to the greenrider in fairwell. Jabbing his thumb out toward the bowl, he stops only to try and shove some more in his mouth before heading out. Slipping into his riding jacket, chewing, as he disappears outside.		"I hope your food gets here soon, Rhaelyn." The brownrider stands, taking another heaping bite as he does. His mouth full he offers only a wave to the greenrider in fairwell. Jabbing his thumb out toward the bowl, he stops only to try and shove some more in his mouth before heading out. Slipping into his riding jacket, chewing, as he disappears outside.
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	Rhaelyn gives a little shrug of one shoulder, "Don't let me keep you." She says it in a tart tone. As E'gin gets up and makes to depart, she chews at the corner of her lip, looking as though she might say something to distract him. In silence she watches him and at last gives another shrug, "Have fun." The words don't quite match the tone though.		Rhaelyn gives a little shrug of one shoulder, "Don't let me keep you." She says it in a tart tone. As E'gin gets up and makes to depart, she chews at the corner of her lip, looking as though she might say something to distract him. In silence she watches him and at last gives another shrug, "Have fun." The words don't quite match the tone though.

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 Toren grins at the men, "Oh I'll sing a love song all right." He gives a wink to the men as he starts to strum a song. He starts to sing about all the women he loves, they have red heads and blond hair and brunettes, the big breasted women and women with itty bitty titties, but the women he loves the most are bowlegged women cause he loves to swim between their legs.
 At first the men begin to groan, there is a growing restlessness in the air, but as the song reaches the dirtier parts the men being to cheer. Slaps on the back and clinking glasses mark celebration as their favorite kind of women are called out. Some of the women who have been on the job for a turn or two take a curtsey as they are described. The men reward them with tips, and tips for Toren too. Ashter wipes his counter happily, humming along. As the men continue to hoot and whistle the large man slips E'gin a free drink. The brownrider gives a nod to the 'tender.
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 Clearly, Toren has endeared himself to the men enough that they don't seem to mind the childish nature of the song, especially when he starts to talk about fish entrails and long days. There is even a shout or two of confirmation. When the song is over one burly old man, who has seen more than his fair share of days at sea, stands up and limping over to the stage offers Toren a heavy slap on the back, and a hefty tip. Before giving the lad an almost toothless grin and heading back to his seat. "Well he's won your boys over." E'gin grins at Ashter, and the towering man slaps a mark on the counter, grumbling under his breath about being cheated. The brownrider slides the mark off the counter and into his pocket with a chuckle. Before waving a hand at Toren to call him back over.
 Toren smiles at the old man, "Thank you very much sir." He bows to the elderly sailor and he bows to the men, "Thank you all for letting me play, please enjoy your drinks and don't forget to tip the lovely ladies!" He gives a wave as he heads off stage after picking up and tips thrown at him and the untouched beer which he does now take a drink of. He heads back over to E'gin getting patted on the way and he plays his way over towards the bar and he finishes a strumming when he gets to E'gin, "So how did you think I did?"