A'drew dlides down Zeranth's foreleg, his boots hitting the gravel solidly with a crunch. Silently he takes the woman's things off of Zeranths flight saddle and sets them on the ground. "You should probably come see the head Weyrwoman." He taks Zeranth's Saddle off of him and swats the big bronze on the flank after the woman has hopped off. The Bronze takes off again heading for a lake at the end of the bowl. A'drew stands there holding the saddle in one hand. Then he slings it over his shoulder and picks up the woman's bags. This causes his threadscore to tear open again where it had clotted causing fresh blood to run down his arm, but he either dosn't notice, or dosn't care.