Interrogation (adventuring humans)

[Alsivor]

Aleda was not impressed by M'tani's little display of temper. It did irk her though which made her jaw set and her chin lift, a spark lighting in her dark eyes as the Weyrleader derided them.

"Well then, if you know how we came here, then you must certainly know that we have spoken truly." Aleda said matter-of-factly, as if his knowledge of things could not be disputed. "There will be a ship coming, blown off-course to the Southern continent. On that ship will be a creature from that land. A feline that will bring this sickness, this plague and many will die. Our weyrleader sent us to keep this from happening."

[ignisfatuus]

S'gur's keen eyes looked hither and thither as the small band of dislocated dragonmen and healer were lead through the maze of tunnels in an attempt to learn the way that they had come as accurately as possible. Not that it would probably end up being much use. He would probably forget key features or disregaurd something as inane while it all truth it it was terribly important.

For the most part, S'gur had opted to remain quiet. Listening seemed to be the most advantagious option for him. The Greenrider had this knot of unease dwelling in the pit of his stomach now. Something was seriously wrong here. Where, or rather, when ever here was. Plus the others were all talkative enough to pose the questions that he had not quite yet formed. In that aspect, S'gur was outclassed here. He did not tend to think as quickly as the others, not that that usually stopped him. But being sent to some other time by their Weyrleader had sent his mind reeling somewhat.

They had come on an important secret mission to stop a sickness and ended up also being thrown in the middle of a thread fall amoung some of the less friendly people S'gur had encountered. Had J'fel known what exactly was in store for them here? Unconciously the Greenriders brows had begun to furrow as he thought over such things.

The arrive of their supposed Weyrleader, M'tani disrupted all of this. For a brief moment he thought it would be their young Weyrleader coming through the door. But that would be nonsensical, all things considered. The Bronze rider's abrasive manner got S'gurs hackles up, in a manner of speaking. They had come to help yet they recieved such treatment, while he could understand some level of briskness, due to all that was and would be going on, this he believe was uncalled for.

"By the South, we mean the continent that is located below this one on any standard map." S'gur said in an uncharicteristly cold manner. He didn't care too much if M'tani had stopped being 'enraged'. "There is going to be an outbreak of disease soon. We've come to warn and aid you as much as possible so a little more curtosy on your part would not be a miss. I do not know as much about it as Aleda nor the others probably but the sooner we find this ship and the feline in question the better." The Greenrider partly wanted to part ways with the agresive bronzerider, but he mainly wanted to complete the task that they had been set and didn't want to spend too long dithering around here, which was a possibility seeing how they weren't trusted yet by the oldtimers.

[Omnia Munda]

Aleda's defiance only raised the spirit in M'tani's angry eyes again, and when he turned to S'gur it was with a snap. "I'll tell you what courtesy you can expect from me, greenrider."

The weyrleader of infamy was in motion of a sudden, approaching the mouthy Telgari with a grimace on his mouth, and for a hot moment it seemed that M'tani was intent on showing Glosolith's rider what courtesy he could expect. But the purpose of his stride was only to make his words more pointed by being delivered that much closer to their target. "So long as you start minding your manners and don't involve any more crafters or holdfolk in your dangerous game, you can expect I'll pretend you're riders of mine until you leave."

He backed up a step so he could snarl at the group as a whole. "Believe it when I say that the sooner I see the backs of you the happier I'll be."

His head turned with an almost audible whip so he could stare at S'gur again, teeth bared before he spoke. "But if I have the least reason to think any of you have lied to me, or if I hear of a single instance of timing it except to get your tails back where you came, Dalgeth will ground the lot of you and I'll hold you up at Telgar until you're born."

At least the threat contained some creativity. A more charming man, no matter how angry, would have delivered it with a wry twist. There was no charm from M'tani.

He faced Aleda once more. "I hope whomever commands you has seen fit to bind your mouths with oaths - you more than anyone, healer. Now." He addressed them all, his back straightening and his brows lifting. Suddenly he was the Weyrleader Telgar, a commanding man if not a kindly one; in these few seconds one could yet glimpse the leader he once had been, and (as history wrote it) would never be again.

"You obviously know your duties, and to be frank I want no more knowledge of them than I now have. The less I and everyone else in this time know of what you're about, the better off we'll be." His lip curled twitchfully, making him for a moment sneer, but the moment passed. "But if you haven't figured out yet where to look for a boat in a sea hold there's little I can do to help you. Go get your dragons and follow Hogarth. If anyone asks, you're on my command - but for Faranth's sake, don't let anyone ask."

His mouth was still unhappy, but his back was still straight and his jaw was still set. "Br'ven," he said without looking at the man. "Send M'sella with them. I'll visit L'bol and beg his forgiveness."

M'tani was not a begging kind of man, and he was smirking nastily as he said this. But it was said, and when the weyrleader saluted the folk of his future, it was obvious that he also felt it was done.

[Alsivor]

As M'tani turned back towards her, Aleda's expression remained unchanged. Neither did she actually answer him. He wasn't blocking their effort and as long as they succeeded ... that was what was important. She only nodded as he saluted. Done was done, time to sort out what needed to be done next.

[neopanther]

He was taken aback by M’tani. The bronzer, and Weyrleader of Telgar in this age – was fierce, determined, and incredibly critical. But the thing that shocked him most; was M’tani’s flatulent attitude towards the green rider S’gur. The green rider had not raised his head, nor spoke a word until that moment, and the Weyrleader had swiftly cut any expectations from the young boys head. But a part of him he often denied was satisfied. P’nset rarely agreed with green riders, he thought them far too lush with their lavish tendencies, and true, he didn’t know S’gur too well, but G’tet was certainly one of those, and he knew several other green riders who – too – were pious in nature.

Though one thing he disliked was the level of disrespect he gave to Aleda, a woman who was there for their aid, an accomplished woman, but P’nset settled for the fact the man was simply a chauvinist, and accepted it from that moment.

Keeping his own council, P’nset had remained quiet, judging M’tani slowly. He respected the man, for he commanded it, and too he was giving them the good grace as to allow them to remain as ‘part of his Weyr’ despite this being a potential area for problems.
“Sir.” He chirped up, finally , “If you have no wing by the name of storm, and no riders by our names, would it be best if we took on another?” He recognised that the man was attempting to leave, and he realised the bronzer thought he was done, but it must be answered, “For if we are of your weyr, you are liable for any error we commit, so, getting our facts on line would be best for both of us, begging your pardon Weyrleader.” His tone was not brash, nor over expectant, he just hoped the man wouldn’t take it too badly. He knew the Weyrleader wanted to leave, and was instructing them to do so, but they were partially beholden to him now, even if only as part of their farce, but they had to have their story straight, else-wise any fool who knew that Telgar had no wing under the name of Storm would become suspicious. And a Weyr didn’t just randomly come up with another wing for the hell of it.

[Omnia Munda]

M'tani, unsurprisingly, was not pleased to be delayed further - or, rather, to see the visiting Telgari delay further so one of their number could ask a question. No matter how angry the narrowing of those sharp, mean eyes could be, however, the weyrleader's gaze contained also a thoughtfulness as he glared at P'nset. The brownrider had a point.

"You're all Thunder Runners," he decided, voice tight. A gesture swept jackets upon those riders that wore them and in a growl, M'tani added, "Hide your badges."

A short nod to P'nset for his contribution was all the thanks the brownrider got - yet more than most could get from the unhappy man that led Telgar Weyr. "The names you have will do. I'll vouch for them if I have to." Fiercely, dangerously, with a crook of one brow the bronzerider added, "Just don't make me have to."

He swung a gesture at M'sella. "Go on, then. Hogarth's waiting. I want you all out of that square before Igen and Ista get back from the 'fall."