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Writers: Chelle, Noola
Date Posted: 6th March 2010

Characters: Qorri, Germella
Description: A drudge tells Qorri of her encounter with a rider.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 7, day 27 of Turn 5

Standing in the backroom, Qorri was speaking with one of the weavers.
The journeyman was going to handle the replacement fabric for the
chairs that needed to be reupholstered. Fingering the swatches, she
commented on the ones she liked then finally chose a few to see on
display. After the man left, she moved to go back to the front of the
cavern.

Germella surveyed the room, looking for the Headwoman. She'd been told
she was here. Of course this was the third place she'd been told to
look, so she wasn't entirely confident. The laundry drudge stepped
aside to allow a journeyman to pass and was about to move further into
the room when she spotted the Headwoman. "Headwoman Qorri, may I have
a word?"

She looked up from the bin she'd been inspecting and turned. Seeing the
girl,
she stopped moving. "Of course. What's happened?"

The drudge sighed, "You'll probably be hearing some complaints about
me. But, it isn't my fault and I told him it wasn't! I'm not convinced
he even labeled the thing, either. He says he did, but he would, wouldn't
he?" Germella crossed her arms while she rambled out her defensive
complaint.

"Start at the beginning please?" Qorri asked, trying to puzzle out what
the woman was trying to tell her.

"Oh." Germella blushed a little, but then began again. "I was
delivering the clothes. The clean ones, you know. This dragonrider
came up and started in on me because he was missing some shirt. It
happens now and then, you know. Usually because someone has forgotten
to label something. How we're meant to get people's clothes back to
them when they don't label them properly, I'll never know."

She huffed, recrossing her arms as she continued, "Anyway, I explained
that he could go down to the laundry to look for it. There's a pile,
you know, for unlabeled things, that he could look through. But, no!
He hasn't time for that sort of thing, he says. Well, dragonriders
aren't the only busy people in a Weyr, are they? It's not like I've
got a lot of free time, myself, is it?"

"What was his name and rank?" Qorri said it lightly, but inside she saw the
start of a problem that she needed to nip in the bud. She would not have
the other populations of the Weyr think they could walk over her staff. She
deserved more respect than that.

"I think his name was K'grin, a brownrider."

"K'grin..very well. Just in case, what did he look like? Any threadscores or
something identifying?" Qorri hoped the girl would remember.

She thought hard, trying to remember if there had been any identifying
marks on the dragonrider. To be honest, she'd been a bit flustered by
the man's attitude at the time. But there was something, wasn't
there... "Oh! He didn't have threadscores or anything that I saw, but
he did have a scar across the bridge of his nose."

"Good. And what were his exact words to you? Did he touch you at all?"
She made mental notes for a later conversation.

"Oh, no. Nothing like that. He mostly yelled. He asked where his shirt
was, and described it. Then, when I asked if he'd labeled it, and told
him about the loose pile in the laundry room, he said that he had
labeled it and yelled about not having time to rummage around the
laundry room. Then, I said, if he had labeled it - which I'd lay good
marks he never did because people always say that they labeled things,
and then where do they find their things? In the loose pile,
completely unlabeled, that's where!"

Germella broke off her rant with an impatient gesture. "Anyway, I told
him, if he had labeled it, then it might have gotten missorted - it
happens sometimes. Not a lot, but we're only human! Then he started
yelling about how there's nothing but incompetents working in the
laundry."

"Next time something like that happens, don't open your mouth. Send them
straight to me aye?" Pulling her skirts up, she determined she would find
this man's Wingleader and have a conversation. "Go on back to your chores,
Germella. I'll see about it."

Last updated on the March 6th 2010

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