You enter a small weyr. The dragon-sized oak doors have been opened, allowing you to see a short balcony beyond. The room itself is covered with stacks of sketches and pencils. A few half-filled glasses are scattered on a desk holding a candle. At the desk, a woman sits, frowning as she erases a line. Her dull brown hair has been cropped medium length and has been tied tightly back. She mutters as she works, although you can't quite make out the words. As you approach the desk, you see what seems to be sketches for a circular room. Each line is almost irritatingly neat, and on one corner of the paper is a scale converting centimeters to meters. Despite the fact that the drawing is quite good, the woman finally pushes away the paper and pulls a new one out. She glances at you as she does so. "Eh? What you want? It figures, sending somebody to bother me when I'm finally getting somewhere. I'm busy; you'd best be off to someone else's room if you want your picture done. I don't do that sort of stuff, and I've got far too much anyway-" she pauses, sharpening a pencil and drawing a long horizontal line using a ruler-"to help you around the Weyr. Watch where you're stepping, that's my final plan for the Hall. Be a shame if a week's worth was wasted on a single person's clumsy feet. And I'll always have more to do, this whole place looks as if it wasn't designed for dragons, not at all. And who do they ask? Me, of course, and they could've gotten D'ni- no, i take that back, he's no good at this sort of thing. Drawings maybe, but room plans? Ach, not at all."

You timidly say you were just stopping by.

"Just came to visit. It's all the same to me. Why don't you pull down that book over there and leave me be. Take it too; just bring it back before the next visitor decides they want to learn my life history. I just don't have the time to tell them. I'm afriad you'll have to be content with looking in the book." She sighs then. "Just when I was starting to figure it out, you've distracted me now. Go, leave, skidaddle, and don't distract me again. Leave the book just next to the entrance and I'm sure others can find it. I'm going to have to spend hours now making up for the valuble time you just lost me." She looks up at you, and takes off her thin-framed glasses. "Well? Go!"

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