"Come in come in." Says a gruff voice for the weyr. "Oh hello Adelia." A tall, somewhat older man with dark hair and dark eyes is sitting on a couch, writing on some skins."
    "This is the Weyrlingmaster." Adelia says. "Whenever the dragons become Weyrlings, they go to the Weyrling wing and their riders are instructed by this fine gentleman in riding their dragons, using the firestone, and going between. M'lay has been part of the Weyr since before I came, and he has been the Weyrlingmaster for many turns. You might have him for an instructor, if you wish to impress." You look at him and he smiles at you breifly before going back to his work. "He can be rather strict sometimes." Adelia whispers to you. "And is always working hard and doing was is right, and wants the weyrlings to live up to his standards. A great man really, though strict." She glances at M'lay, but he seems not to have heard.
    "Yes." He says. "Ole Wayarth and I have seen it all." Just then you notice a brown dragon sleeping in a lighted corner of the weyr. As you watch him he opens one eye, then the other, and seems to grin at you before shuting them again in sleep.

    "Well thank you for letting us visit." Adelia says. "Sorry to disturb your work. And thank you too Wayarth." The sleepping dragon stirs slitghly.
    "Not at all, not at all." M'lay says. "Goodbye." You wave your goodbye's as well, though perhaps you will see him again if you become a candidate...