Another Miner?

Xanadu Weyr - Meadow

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A large, slightly rolling meadow is set high enough above the riverbank on both sides to avoid suffering from flooding, healthy ground cover and grass spreading out from either side of the dividing river. Scattered amongst the meadow are a variety of buildings, each with a narrow path leading up to it from a main, winding road. Some are set under a few trees, while others sit by themselves.

Stables and a smithy are settled on their own plots, while trees border the western edge of the meadow, and a faint outline of a fence can be seen to the north.


A green dragon emerges from between, spiraling down to the meadow of Xanadu Weyr, dropping off a tall, well-kept young man with a wave and a quick return to the skies and /between/. Hyrlon grabs his bag from where it had fallen, then glanced around. He had his papers in hand, but no idea of where to start. Such things were obvious in a mining camp, just go to the mine, but in a Weyr… he was lost.

In discussion with one of the Weyr's smiths, Satoris is standing off to one side, near the forge. But not too near for the heat or noise to be overwhelming. The man he's speaking with is nearly covered in soot. Sat, however, looks fairly recently bathed and his knot is displayed fairly predominantly. The man's been letting stubble grow in. It's slow growth, but it's got full coverage. He may soon sport a fairly thick beard.

Hyrlon's expression brightens when he spots the distinctive head miner's knot. He weaves his way through the smiths until he stands at Satoris' side, "Sir?" His voice is somewhat gravelly, but still somehow young, "I'm Hyrlon, transfer from Crom." He holds out his papers for Satoris, smiling and glad to be free of Crom's winter.

Satoris blinks briefly, glancing over to Hyrlon. "I'll come back later to discuss it with you further," he tells the smith, who nods and heads back to the forge. Turning fully to the transfer, he reaches out to accept the papers. There's a slight flicker in his features. "Crom. Been a while since I've been back to the main hall." Since he was sent to Xanadu, actually. Only a few Turns, but when it was your home that you left… "Well, Hyrlon. I'm Satoris. How much did they tell you about the site?"

Hyrlon falls into step with Satoris, "They didn't tell me much. New mine, freshly opened, gold watchwher." He shrugs, "Truth be told I poked around a bit when I was here for the last hatching and requested the post." He adjusts his bag on his shoulder, hoping the head miner wouldn't take that as a bad thing

Satoris considers all this in quiet for a few moments. There's a slight nod. "There is a wher that recently transferred in. I imagine she may be with egg at some point, but I've not had the chance to discuss with her handler much. There is a new mine, yes. We've finally gotten it to a point where we're happy with it and we're starting to put the permanent support stuctures into place."

Hyrlon smiles, nodding, "Safety and support's my speciality. Paperwork and shoring. I was given the impression you might want help with both. I'm also qualified to train apprentices."

Satoris nods, smirking briefly. "Well, that's good. We have a new apprentice and she's promising. I could use the help with training her. I'm not certain where she's intending to go. I also wanted to start a sort of training outpost here. Let the Mine be a hands-on for apprentices. The Hall is still considering the idea." He glances up at the sky, judging the time. "I need to go meet with someone, but if you'd like, the mine is just within the forest's edge," he geatures, "that way. I've got a Sr. Apprentice on duty right now, but he can fill you in."

Hyrlon nods and salutes, "I'll do that, sir, and I look forward to working with you. I've heard much about your work ethic."

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