"I got picked to do Flight training of the wyerlings. We have to be ready for the next fall. I guess someone forgot to tell you Sari." Is the tired reply. He looks like hell as he drinks his 5th cup of K'lah. "I'm not trying to avoid you, but with My new position as wingleader, my duty's to the wyer have increased alot." He grabs a few meats and sweet rolls off a try on the table and begins to eat. Suddenly he stops and rolls his eyes. "Zeranth says to say hello, and that the paych above his tail itches again. I swear he needs to stop eating too much or I'm gonna exhaust the wyers supply of hide oil on him."