This weyr is larger than the other's that you've seen so far. It still has the usual equipment: a table, a bed, two shelves, a dragon couch, and an outside window. It does not, however, have the optional window to the weyr bowl. You step inside and find the weyr occupied by a brown dragonet and man, oiling him diligently, grunting and taking great pain in his work. "Hold still, Kornloth! You're about as sharding hold to oil as a.. a.. shipfish! No, I've never oiled a shipfish. Well, they look like they'd be difficult to be oil.. Oh, just shardin' hold still!" You try not to laugh at the one-sided coversation you're listening to, and the dragon that must be Kornloth turns his head to face you, crooning. "Hmm?" The man looks up. "Oh, good greet! Come on in and sit down; it'll just be a.. Kornloth, watch--oh, shards..." In the dragon's excitement, he knocked over the bottle of oil, and the man drops to his knees. "Could you toss me that cloth over there on the table?" You hesitate, then rush over to the stone table, grabbing one of the buffing cloths and handing it to him. He sets it on the ground and uses it to soak up the oil, then turns to his dragon, who is crouching down, eyes whirling in distress. "Kornloth, look what you've done! Now I've got to clean it--no, I'm not mad at you, I just wished you'd be more careful, so that I wouldn't have to... No, dear heart, I am not mad at you! Please stop sulking!" Kornloth croons apologetically and climbs onto his couch, stretching out and closing his eyes. The man pauses for a moment, then sighs and throws his hands up. "I swear, I can't even scold him without ending up apologising." He turns to you, holding out his hand, palm up. You place yours on top to finish the traditional Pernese greeting. "My name is C'dmon, and that's Kornloth. Shards, you didn't sit down! Be careful not to slip on that oil now; there ya go.." You both make your way over to the stone table, holding your hands out for balance and sliding neatly into the seats when you reach your destination. C'dmon chuckles and waves his hand in front of his face. "That was quite an experience. It's a surprise a minute with that hunk of wherry meat!" Kornloth raises his head and rumbles. C'dmon chuckles again. "See what I mean? Even after he hatched, he was quite energetic. That's unusual for a brown, you know. The only timed I managed to get a decent drawing done of him was when he fell asleep." He produces a picture out of his back pocket. "We took him back to the Weyr artist to get another drawing done of him, all full grown. Want to see it?" You nod and he produces yet another picture. "Here, I'm afraid you can't stay very long, so I'll give you a basic rundown on myself. I'm twenty turns old, rider of brown Kornloth from Middle Weyr, and I was born and raised in ' '. My name means 'strong warrior', which is great, because I want to fight Thread! That's what Kornloth is here for." He shakes his head. "We haven't been tapped yet, but I'm not too worried. Kornloth is a great fighter, and I know the wing that takes me in will be shardin' proud of him." He's positively beaming by now. "I must go visitor. Good-bye, and fair flight." He winks and stands, motioning for you to exit with him.