Attemptin' to find some missing whers, Randaath. Same as you, I do expect, Ixioth answered, rather calmly and blithely, not bothering to move from the crouched, stock-still position he'd taken since the holder woman had trained her bow on Donnath. Haven't found 'em yet. Still working on that. Where's Yours at?
Damnit, Desdelle, stop trying to get shot! Ixioth had promised Valorinoth that he'd bring her back in one piece, grumble-rumble.
Rhea sighed, brought one hand to her forehead to rub at her temple wearily - and laid the other one on her hip, nice and close to where she'd stashed her pistol behind her flight jacket. She probably didn't need to shoot the lady, but it was a comforting thought nonetheless. "I think me we've a very large misunderstanding here, dearies," she said, reasonably. "We just want to find our missing friends. That's all. Is there not a chance that they could be here somewhere? Had any new wherhandlers turn up lately? A green, a blue, a young bronze..." She couldn't remember their names, of course, but she was pretty sure that was at least part of the list.
And, hey, maybe the wherhandlers had gone to the island of their own volition, after all, if you conveniently forgot about the attack that Ianthe had reported. It would have been nice of them to send a note if that was the case, though.
] Wingleader Rhea of Brown Ixioth (6d210a)
] Weyrleader T'nar of Green Garonath (6e9b3e)