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The night had proved to be a unique one. From meeting the chatty Nandeli to the Headwoman, who had given him a through 'inspection', along with a string of rules longer then a dragon's tail. The inspection had entailed lice, which he was told currently infected many of those living full time in the Weyr along with the occasion traveler. After hearing that news, Dorinelic had gone to bed with his hair stuffed full of oil and herb. Having a beetle crawl about one's person was along, having tiny blood sucking mites? No, he'd take the beetle.
And the rules...no deserting riders, no going into private weyrs, no flirting with riders you took a fancy to, (at this rule he got a harsh glare. Shards, he hadn't even done anything yet!), no this, no that. Overall, many of the rules weren't quite unlike his home, so, Dorinelic didn't feel so badgered of his station when the Headwoman drilled them into his skull in record time.

Morning had come faster then what Dorinelic was used to. Normally, he would be up before dawn broke, but, now, he was up just a candlemark after. But...it was strangely nice to get up to the sun and not to the black sky. The hammock had also been a pleasant surprise. A quick wash of his hair ridded his scalp of the oil and herb mixture, (which had left quite a pleasant scent, strangely enough), proving to prevent any lice from trying to infest his person.
Grabbing his yet unopened pack of wares and supplies, the journeyman smith set out to a nice sunny nook in the bowl, away from the bulk of the weyrs and main cavern entrances, but close enough to give the passing person a quick glance. He also was settled quite nicely by some of the other trademen, none of which were smiths, (as small advantage). Opening his pack, Boot scrambled away into some loose rocks as Dorinelic began to lay the various objects along the dusty earth, giving only his finest wares protection from the dust with a thin blanket.
Kicking off his shoes as he normally did, the heat began to fill the air, as various people came over to begin the usual morning inspection for later purchases.

No amount of old bed furs would keep his wares free of the constant dusty winds. Dragons, people...it seemed like no matter what was going on, dust would come about and git into his items and well...Currently, he was cleaning the same amulet he had been cleaning for the last candlemark. Each time he finished, another wave of dust would hit and, the process began once more.
The sound of a voice made his frustration lessen. At least people couls still see his wares from under all this grit.
"Hello. Dorinelic is the name, and smithy work is my craft. Care for something in particular this day?" He offered his hand in formal greeting, but drew it back once he noticed that it was covered with dirt. "Sorry, bit more dusty then I'm used too...oh hello." He just noticed the two small flitts by L'thor. He father had taught his to greet a person's companions, either they be small or large.
"I don't have a wide variety on hand, but, I can fit in some custom work before I'm off. I specialize in intricate designs and finishing work if your looking for something more unique."

"Goblets can actually be very low priced, given the right design." He winked, maybe he would make a custom sale today after all! "Or I can do much more intricate work, but, it costs a bit extra, nothing over the top of course." And the moment of truth. If the man stayed he'd most likely be making a purchase, if he left he was looking for the sake of looking. "Is an event coming up that you need to have a gift ready for? A particular lady in mind?" The idea of making a goblet for a woman struck Dorinelic as abit odd, but, he shrugged it off. Maybe thats just the woman's tastes.

"...." Dorinelic stared hard at the two small flittss. Both were similar enough, and that meant less memorization. Digging the image of the flitts into his brain, he tapped his chin. ".....I think that would be quite possible. Flitts may be small, but they aren't as detailed as say, a citrus tree laden with birds with a field of berries," he chuckled, "That is a detailed job. Now, if I did just flitts, the goblet will remain, for the most part, unadorned. Most of the time people ask for a crest or emblem. If they don't have one, I usually ask that they give me an idea of what they, or the gifted, likes. Local plants, animals, any motif. So long as I have a reference, I can etch it out." He had done a few goblets, but none with flitts on them. Mostly, just ones with local plants to accent the drink.
Grabbing a small bag, he poured the contents into his hand. Scrap metal, of diffrent size and coloration. "These are the various metals I can get for the work, if you provide gold of gems, I can encrust those into the gobelt as well." He held them out for L'thor to inspect.

"Well, how many flitts? Do you want the around the rim of on the handle? Will they be circling or forming a shape? Do you want me to add any name or symbol? There are a variety of ways I can create this. Oh not to mention the handle. Do you want it think like a flute or the traditional wide handle?" Already Dorinelic was beginning to bore. Many customers just assumed that the smith knew what to add, and then when presented when the finished product they hiss and yowled about how it wasn't what they asked for. Hopefully, he didn't have to deal with that here.
"The options are only as limited as your coin. If you would prefer I go and design it myself, just give me a cost limit." Leaning back, Dorinelic's mind began to picture various ways to craft the needed goblet.

"....." His mind's eye began to pick out a design, crafting it in his head before he did so with his hands. "How about a scale texture, to go with the flitts? I can fit about 7 of them around the cup, in various patterns. For the fact its not over intricate or embellished...One mark, counting the cost of materials?" He smiled in the sunlight. Now the fun part haggling. It was always fun to see how long someone would think he was worth and how high he really was...but...it was always a matter of perspective. "I also am to assume its for another rider? If so, do you want me to color the flitts as the color of his dragon?"

"....." The offer for ride where ever he pleased...and back to boot! How many riders would offer that up, especially for the low cost of a quarter mark? Still... Counting his wares, plus the two riders...Could a dragon deal with that much weight? And even if it could, the difficulty of his pack might hinder the flight. Also counting the fact it was just a day's walk back to Ista Hold, and the boats cost just about the same for trip to Southern Boll Hold...But to ride a dragon!
"....If your dragon thinks it can carry us, plus my gear and wares, I'll be happy with the offer, but if your dragon declines, it will be a full mark." He smiled and winked. "I don't want to hinder you companion, plus...a quarter of a mark can still get me where I need to go next, with out the..." he waved a hand in the air, searching for the word. "...awkwardness of flying for the first time."

The invitation for a conversation had Dorinelic a bit...shocked. Most of the time people would pay and then leave, or they would just hang about to watch him work. "Well...I'm from Keroon Hold..." Dorinelic didn't really have that much to say about himself. He was a journeyman smith, what else did anyone need to know? Grabbing a small pencil and notepad, Dorinelic began to sketch the goblet. If anyone else were to have seen his sketch, they would have been confused, as the marking were rough, jagged, and at best, dark. To Dorinelic, he could see a sketch within the mess, and it was one he liked. "Also, forgive me, I tend to work right after an order is...fresh." Looking up, he focused on the small flitt, turning the page and sketching out the details.