<strong>A'drew IN HIS weyr.</strong><br/><br/>A'drew holds up both hands in mock surrender. He knew how angry she could get at times. Then he hands her a glass of wine and pours one for himself as he too starts pacing. "Just remember Jessen was the better fighter. Still I don't think he could have done this for two reasons. One its just not like him considering you two broke up under good terms. Two... He dosn't have access to your leathers." He frowns as he paces and Zeranth sticks his head into the room his eyes are slightly orange, a sure sign of agitation. A'drew rubs him on the nose. "Sorry Zeranth love. Just thinking." He laughs as a shared unheard thought from Zeranth hits him.<br/><br/>"If I find out who cut her leathers I'll Flame them to the sea."<br/><br/>"Yes I know what you would do if you found out who cut Sari's leathers."