'Silarn's weyr' the sign in front of you says. It has been woven neatly and pinned to the door. You knock it, and hear footsteps as someone moves to the door. It is open and you are looking into, you get a big surprise, a very messy weyr. "Hello visitor, er, sorry 'bout the mess." What's even more, this boy is dressed very neatly and not a hair is out of place. "Come in," he continues, "I'm Silarn. If it seems like a whorl-wind escaped in here, I have a dog. I made the mistake of letting him in the weyr. Big mistake." You almost laugh, but decide that isn't the nicest thing to do in the situation. You enter the weyr, picking your way through all the mess, and slumping into a chair. You straighten up almost immediately. For some reason you don't think a dog could make this much mess. But you don't mention it. You look through to the section that seems to acctually before a dragon. It is not a mess like the rest. Funny that a dog should wreck Silarn's half and leave the dragon's alone. Not that there is a drgaon there. Funny that the dog leaves the weyr bit alone. And made such a horrible mess. You say, then glancce once more at the room of mess, and leave.