Riders (almost) of Dragonhope Weyr

Drummer Pallah of the Starstone Heights

When Gr'kerrs announces you a compact man with a big beard comes out from the nearby weyr door. He booms a greeting.

"Welcome to the weyr, youngling!" His grip is as strong as his voice! You have no doubt that if the drums were to ever break he would be able to yell any messages across the distances to the holds below!

"I am only visiting but I think I will become a candidate if I try hard."

"That's good! We can always use new riders!"

"You aren't a rider, have you ever stood on the sands?"

"Oh, no!" Pallah shakes his head with a rumbling laugh (a laugh which reminds you only of the huge bronze dragon the Weyrleader rides!). "I'm only a drummer, my friend, only a drummer! I tell the others when a clutch is about to hatch, or when thread will be coming thanks to our Starcrafter here. I do have a fire lizard, however!" He gives off a whistle that pierces the chill air. Then, shortly, a lithe blonde-colored queen flit comes flying out from his weyr.

Pallah lifts his arm and the flit lands. "This is Catchi. She's a very useful flit isn't she?" The bear of a man becomes a fawning boy, while looking at the beautiful flit on his wrist. He scratches her with his thick fingernail, and she purrs out a little trill.

Gr'kerrs rolls his eyes and laughs. "He's useless without her," he says, "and half-deaf you know, from all that drumming."

"I'm not half deaf!" Pallah bellows, startling you and his flit. "I've always had perfect pitch, you know!" He laughs and then cups his ear to his flit. "Yes? Yes? Oh I see! She says that you are welcome up here anytime, if you bring her a treat."

You and Gr'kerrs head back to the long stairwell and he says quietly, "he means if you bring him a treat! How do you think she keeps her pretty little figure?"

You head back down to the Nexus after thanking the man for the tour.