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Imirin winced at the appearance of the blue as he steered Remia towards his door. Large, wooden, and quite impressively bolted. He fished out a key to open the lock and nudge it wide. "I'd rather you not be meetin' him, but I'm afraid he won't be givin' me much choice in that."

He glanced to the blue flitt before he let them cross the threshhold. After Bait's introduction to his life he'd cleaned up his shop and room enough that the pesky thing wasn't destroying anything expensive. But still. "He might get hurt if he flutters around too much." Whether from its own mistake or Imirin's temper wasn't said, but he did a masterful job of hiding his dislike for the things. Though this one wasn't nearly as bad as Bait.

"A bronze." He mumbled as he left her side to turn the glows in the room so she wouldn't bump into the piles of things that covered the walls and pat of the floor. Three rows of shelves and a work table with two high stools were in this, the larger part of the room. One of the shelves looked as if it acted as a partition to the section that served as his bed room. A curtain in bright colours covered the 'doorway' the rest of the way, but was pulled back. A comfortable looking chair stood in the corner, and another could be seen by the end of the bed. There were chests and rolls of fabric, carpets, bowls, glass work, and cvarious shiny things about the room. Anything that may attract the notice of a firelizard was kept under a glass globe.

"Not much, but I don't intnd to be here much longer, so I never moved in all the way."

The trader snorted. "If my monster comes in he'll just be raisin' a fuss. He's always raisin' a fuss." He ignored the typical look riders got when speaking to their dragons and cleared off the main table with a clatter of painted wooden bowls. These he set in their place along a shelf full of mugs, masks, and other decorated weyr-wares.

"Now is there anythin' I can be offerin' you to help you along?" Eyes flicked to the blue at the trill, but it didn't look like it was about to take off and wreak havoc at a moments' notice. "What would a weaver such as yourself be lookin' for in terms of..." A hand waved as he spun idly to another shelf, "Gifts, I suppose?" For a brief moment he pawed through a chest small enough to fit in two hands before holding out a small array of thread that shimmered as if it were iridecent. "Somethin' like this, perhaps?"