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 The picture you see is your fist impressiom of the
weyr, kind of. Rough, and intimidating, kind of.
"Oh, great." You here a voice say sarcastically. You beign to turn.
But your mind is more on the weyr. It is very big, and with the only picture
the one you saw when you entered the weyr. The voice belongs to a teenage boy, who
looks like the one in the picture. He is well built, and you don't think he is the
sort of person you'd hang around with.
"Oh no. It's another visitor." he says almost mockingly.
"Well, visitor, my name's Tenole and I'm a candidate. At I'm going to Impress a
bronze dragon* So watch out, you." Tenole seems to be rather
stuck up, thinking rather highly of himself. You feel sick. You decide now might be
a good time, to run for it!
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