T'fan led Neryma down to the base of the open Were bowl. A supply train was being unloaded, but he ignored it and marched her across to the tanner's hall. The master tanner was out supervising the unloading of goods shipped from Kerroon, but his journeyman was there. "Call your dragon, girl." The wing-second ordered, casting an expert eye over the wherehide fighting straps that hung on pegs and hooks in the cavern.