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The cavern was dimly lit, with a few tables, an impromptu bar, and a small stock of wine. A perfect place for wherhandlers to unwind with their sensitive-eyed companions. Bekar was sitting at one such table now, pondering the announcement of the tournament.

So. After the messy spectacle of the Hatching, they were going to be hosting a tournament. He could only hope that no further disasters took place. That poor girl ... Bekar grimaced. He wasn't very interested in dragonriders and their antics (at least not after failing to Impress a hatchling himself for so very long, not that he was bitter about it or anything) but Bekar didn't like seeing people in his Weyr hurt.

Dragons are silly, a voice commented silently. It was in his head, of course, but the owner of the voice was currently located beneath his table. Bekar, being used to his wher's idle chatter, did not respond.

So, are we going to enter the tournament? I want to enter, the voice continued plaintively. Bekar looked around the cavern, hoping that he could find some human voice to talk to to distract Beksk. He did not want to enter any sort of tournament.

Bekar was immensely relieved to see the woman approaching with her wher. Beksk would probably be interested in the other wher, and shut up.

Or at least stop pestering him.

"Hello," Bekar returned, nodding at her as she sat. He didn't recognize her immediately, which was a bit of a shame. He generally didn't pay much attention to people that weren't involved in his work, but he liked to keep track of the other wherhandlers. "I'm Bekar. Guard." He tapped the table lightly. "And Beksk is under there."

Beksk poked his snout out, eyeballing the other wher curiously.

I'm Beksk, he informed the brown wher. Why've you got a snack on you?