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S'dar approached the door of the Masterweaver, listening carefully to the other side to make sure he wasn't wasting his time knocking on the door when no one was on the other side. At the sound of a firelizard chirping, the bluerider frowned. Hopefully this one was actually trained properly, unlike the majority of the Weyr flits. S'dar's definition of "trained properly", of course, was showing a healthy respect for S'dar.

Somewhere in the area stood Yormeth, and the blue seemed irate. There's too many people here, he complained. Can't you tell them to go away?

I already did, S'dar thought back as he sighed. Shards, it was annoying how many children had taken the news of a successful flight as a cue to crowd Yormeth begging to be Searched. Granted, there were a few intelligent ones out there, some actually worth Searching, but there weren't many.

Why do you need new riding gear anyway?

I have the right to splurge on new riding gear. We're in the Weyrleader's wing now, so we must look our best at all times.

But you haven't been covering up your shiny head...

Okay, you have a point. Just be quiet now so I can actually talk to the Masterweaver.

S'dar lifted his hand and knocked on the door. Perhaps it was a little more forceful than necessary, but he was trying to dismiss thoughts of his head. It wasn't shiny! It was...nicely shaved. To prevent Thread getting tangled in unnecessary hair!

S'dar opened the door and walked in, taking as careful of a look at his surroundings as he could without seeming rude. So this was the MasterWeaver...and the firelizard was properly trained. Good, good...this meant that they could focus on the business at hand without worrying about the annoyance of chirping.

"Good day, sir...I am Bluerider S'dar. I'm here on a business request for a new riding outfit. Now that I am in the Weyrleader's wing, I need something functional and slightly better looking than the average riding gear." Throwing out that he was in the Weyrleader's wing probably wasn't necessary, but it was true, and it might make S'dar appear to have higher standing than he really did.

S'dar nodded and stroked his beard for a moment. He could afford to purchase better riding gear now that he was...receiving payment from underlings trying to get the favor of M'xan. Technically he could get into a lot of trouble for it, but that would involve actually getting caught. Of course, he'd have to figure out a way to explain how he got the marks without bringing about the suspicions of the MasterWeaver...

"I understand, sir, and no offense is taken. I simply asked one of your apprentices who to come to for the best riding gear, and they pointed me to your door." Flattery was always good. "I've been saving up marks for a special occasion, and I figure there won't be as special of an occasion as this ever again."

Outside, Yormeth blinked in surprise at a firelizard coming from between. Seeing an opportunity to scare off any nuisance humans, he lifted his head and bugled to the flit far more theatrically than necessary. Hello, little one. the dragon said. He wasn't as prejudiced against the creatures as his rider was; Meekar was rather lucky he came to Yormeth and not S'dar!

S'dar pondered his options, glad that the MasterWeaver had bought his explanation. It wasn't entirely true; he had been saving his marks. Just as long as he didn't call them hard-earned, he was not telling any lies. "I'd like a standard jacket and a vest. I'd prefer, if possible, for you to incorporate a blue dragon into the design somehow, perhaps on a pocket in the front of the jacket and vest. Yormeth is outside if you want to see his specific color before I leave."

Little did S'dar know that Yormeth was getting aquainted with the MasterWeaver's firelizard. The old dragon would have smiled if he were capable of smiling as the firelizard's thoughts cheered him up. I'm Yormeth, little one. Who is yours, I wonder?

The blue dragon was the picture of calm as the little brown approached ever closer; unlike some dragons, he actually liked the little ones. Ah...you are the MasterWeaver's? Yormeth guessed. There weren't any other humans around that he noticed, and S'dar had occasionally complained to him about only the important and the lucky being able to get a firelizard. I think S'dar is upset with him, but I don't know why. Humans really should talk to us more often.

S'dar was also the picture of calm, though inside he was not. The way the MasterWeaver kept staring at him was rather unnerving, and 50 marks? That was a full years worth of...*cough* wages. "Perhaps merely a nice jacket would suffice. My old gear is not worn, and I doubt anyone would look further than my jacket." At least, one would hope not.

Yormeth quickly gave up trying to watch the firelizard as he moved about, and instead concentrated on the interesting images he was being sent. More potential friends, and pretty banners...it was a shame he and S'dar couldn't come more often. I'm glad S'dar came now, the blue said.

S'dar stroked his beard for a moment, for the effect of it. "A deal, sir. And a great pleasure doing business with you." He said as he reached into his pocket. "Would smith marks suffice?" He found that smith apprentices were among the easiest to manipulate into giving him marks, as he was a smith apprentice before he Impressed Yormeth.

((That's smith, not sith. rofl ))

The blue watched the flit fly toward the window, and noted the brown's response. I'm glad to be here as well. You truly are a nice little one.

"We shake," S'dar said as he took the MasterWeaver's hand and shook it, relieved that for the moment he had seemingly gained the other's trust. "Of course. There is nothing quite as important as Tradition. It's what keeps us alive, right?"