The next weyr you enter is rather unlike the other ones. It's dark rocky walls are painted pitch black, while a tapestry runs along it dark walls. A silvery tower shrouded by mists is woven into its cloth. Facinated by its unusual design, you miss hearing the soft footsteps behind you.

"Hello." A clear voice greets you from behind. "I take it you've come to visit me." You turn around to come face to face with a young woman of about nineteen. Her dark auburn hair is held in a braid, with stray wisps escaping to frame a small face.

She offers you a hand which you shake. "Why don't you sit down? I would like some company." You follow her over to a small, batter table with two more battered chairs. "Oh, before I forget let me introduce myself. My name is Jeska. And you are?" You quickly supply your name and seat yourself down carefully. With a hint of humor in her gray eyes Jeska does the same.

You glace down at the table and see that its surface is marred by paint. Jeska notices your glaze and smiles a little. "I've been keeping myself being here at the weyr." She says. "When I was shown this weyr, it was in a total state of disrepair. So I decided to fix that. I painted the walls and hung up that tapesty yonder." You ask Jeska where the design for the tapestry came from. "Sit right back friend," she replies, "and you'll find out."

The girl in front of you smiles slightly before telling you her story. "It must have been two turns ago when it happened. It had been raining for several days, and I was rather bored. So I took a glow basket and decided to go exploring in the deeper recesses of the hold I was living in. There were dusty old rooms, unused corridors down there. Places no one in living memory and seen nor heard of. After several hours I chanced upon a small chest in a room. Its lock had crumbled away with ago, but the chest itself had endured suprisingly enough. When I opened the lid I found this book inside. It had odd images inside and words I did not know. One of the pictures was of that tower. Well, I took that small chest, which was very light, and the book back with me to my room. And no, no one even noticed that I was gone."

Rather swiftly, Jeska rises from the chair and reaches behind her cot. She pulls out a book and hands it to you. It isn't made out of hides or paper, instead a slick durable material. You flip through its pages wondering at the fantastic images that appear before your eyes. "Amazing isn't it?" Jeska says. "I couldn't get the images out of my mind, and when my mother had me weave a tapestry I knew what image I would create. It took me a little over a year to complete it, but it was worth it." You nod your head in agreement with her statement.

Handing back the book to Jeska, you ask if she brought the chest with her to the weyr as well. Nodding, the young woman motions you to follow her to the small press standing in the corner. And right beside it is a small, opaque chest. "I keep in it sweetsand, oil, rags, anything I think I might need if I impress a dragon. I have no idea what's it made out of, but it keeps the tunnel snakes out."

Jeska and you leave the chest and head towards the door. "I really appreciated your visit. You'll come back, right?" You promise that you will and wave good-bye as you leave the weyr. Out of the corner of your eye you notice a rather decorative sign hanging on the wall.