D'sol was dripping sweat. It had been an incredibly hot day in the furnace room of the Weyr busting and pounding on metal until the sun had started to set. With weary feet the blacksmith turned bluerider carried himself into the dining hall and plopped rather unceremoniously into one of the few padded chairs that were around the fire. All the usual dinner gaggles had gone and now it was simply a few elders who mingled or those candidates and Weyrlings that couldn't sleep.

Seeing a drudge cut across his path D'sol latched onto the young lads arm with a large hand, "pardon the bluntness of my asking lad, but a good cool wine... can you grab one for me?" The lad simply smiled seeing that it was not due to rudeness that he had ben grabbed but all from extreme exhaustion that could be read easily across the mans face. "of course sir. Any particular?"

D'sol paused for a moment his eyes unfocusing as he almost forgot what he was asking for in his sleepy droopy stage, "Oh yes... hmm.. a smooth red would be wonderful..."