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The Crafter Complex is a series of buildings that contain craft halls and rooms for the crafters of New Atricis to work. There is a single dorm building for apprentices, while journeyman and masters live in second floor rooms in their respective crafts. Off to the side from the complex is the largest building, the Infirmary, where everyone in the Weyr receives Healer attention and desk workers keep track of who comes and goes at the entrance to the Infirmary.
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Rolling over, Saibra noted a couple of things straight away as her eyes fluttered open. She was awake far too early. She knew it because Sarsk was still asleep, and normally he was the one to wake her up. She glanced towards the bronze's couch and sighed, wondering how he was able to sleep so deeply when she was awake, and wishing she could just fall back to sleep right along with him. But now that she was awake and contemplating the other thing, there was no way she'd be able to close her eyes, in part because of it. She was starving. She hadn't really eaten the day before, maybe because she'd been too busy to stop and eat, and now her body was pressing her mind, reminding her about why it was such a bad idea to skip out on a meal. This resulted in a groan and she rolled over, tried to press a pillow over her head, but it did nothing to hide the hunger pangs gnawing at her belly and rising to consume the rest of her. The only option was to get out of bed and eat something, then maybe get back to bed for another couple of candlemarks of rest.

Climbing out of bed, she didn't bother to dress. She was going to climb right back in eventually, so she just finger combed her hair which did little to tame the mass, and decided it would have to do. She just wanted to get to the dining hall and find some food. Her stomach growled at that moment, deciding it was a good time to tell her feet to move. However, despite the pangs, she stopped to give Lady of the Rose a little shake, and the garnet fancy flitt grumbled in her sleep. She peeled open an eye to look at her and snorted, closing a lid or two before Saibra could speak. "Should I take that as a no, leave me alone?" To answer her, the lizard closed the rest of her eye and the woman chuckled before leaving her alone. "Right, I'll bring you something for later, maybe." That was enough good humor, the rest left her the moment she came into contact with light and beyond the dens.

She was quick to make her way to the dining hall, and once there, she made her way to the table to gather herself a tray. There was so much on hand tonight, from meats to cheeses and fruits and vegetables, a few new things she'd never seen before that she was told should be eaten straight away so she could try some more, and a couple of drinks that were highly recommended. Adding a little bit of everything, she found a place to sit, then realized she didn't grab something and frowned. After setting it down, she started to make her way towards the table again, not realizing just how much of a mess she looked, but she was hungry, and eager to hurry, so at the moment, she didn't care.
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Life had a funny way about it sometimes. Corbin came to New Atricis because it was far enough away from Ruatha and his sordid past that he was able to find work as a detective. He never once thought that his coming here would lead to him becoming a candidate for one of the mighty beasts that were the night whers. He certainly didn't plan on becoming one when he got here, but that was now where he found himself. After several weeks of trying to find his niche with the normal guards, Corbin quickly found out that he didn't get along with them very well. Apparently, he rubbed them the wrong way. It was by chance that he happened to speak to a few night wher handlers while working a small, insignificant case. He hit it off better with them than he had the regular guard. After their jobs were done they'd gone out for a drink or three and eventually talked Corbin into making a case to the Wher Candidatemaster to allow him to stand.

Today he'd done just that and, low and behold, he was granted permission. For the first time in awhile, Corbin was feeling rather...dare he say it...happy. He'd never thought of himself as the bonding type, but it if got him away from the imbeciles that worked for the normal guard, then he was all for it. Plus, it wasn't as if he had an issue with whers. The best part...he'd still be doing his detective work, but with a wher as his partner.

It was with a rather smug and happy mood that Corbin took himself to the dining hall for some breakfast. Yes, breakfast. It might have just started turning evening, but since he was going to be a night wher handler he decided he might as well start acclimating to being awake at night instead of during the day. He really didn't think he was going to have a problem with it. If anything it would allow him to sleep more considering his work often had him up late into the night anyways. Then, he'd have to get up early to start the day again. As a night wher candidate and eventual handler, he was allowed to sleep through the day some. Most criminals worked at night anyways, so it really just worked out for the better all the way around.

Once to the dining hall he set his eyes for a worker to bring him a plate and something to drink. He spotted a woman walking towards him...well, towards the kitchen, and immediately stopped her. "Perfect. I'd like a plate of whatever the cooks made tonight. Two sides of vegetables. Some sort of fruit and a glass of your best ale. I'll be right over there." No thank you, no please, just the order and then he was moving to the table he indicated, not even giving the woman a chance to speak to him.
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She stood there, mouth agape, after the man walked off. Apparently he thought her some kind of server or drudge, and before she had the chance to speak to him or tell him off, he was gone. She shook herself free of her shock and looked after him, contemplated going and telling him off, and thought better of it. No, she'd get the bastard his food, but he wouldn't like the little "additive" she was going to put into it. I hope the son of a bitch likes spice. Lots of it, too. Because I'm going to put plenty of it in there for him.

Just say no. Step away. Do nothing. Sarsk didn't want to see her get into trouble, or wind up with an issue bigger than she wanted to get herself caught up in that night. That's what was going to happen, he was trying to suggest, if she messed with the man's food. Not do, Saibra. Take food, come to Sarsk. Eat with Sarsk, yes? Share with Sarsk?

Then he shouldn't have spoken to me like he did. His fault for this. She grabbed his ale first, watered it down on purpose, then proceeded to plate his food up. Only she added pinches of peppers here and there, making sure they wouldn't be seen or smelled immediately. She had no idea that the man was a detective though, or that he might know that the food had been tampered with something spicy. Maybe he would like the added spice. She wasn't thinking about these things, only that she was pissed and she wasn't going to make things easy for him tonight.

Being child.

Maybe, but she wasn't in a good mood, and Corbin had rubbed the last one raw and bare. Again, his fault for this, not her own. She grabbed his plates and his ale, carried them in the direction of his table, and had to fight hard not to scowl the closer she came to him. She was not going to give him the pleasure of seeing her smile, or being tipped off that there was something extra in his dishes, or that his ale wasn't strong enough. She also wasn't going to give him the pleasure of seeing her anger, so she bit off her upset and put a pleasant enough smile on her face, setting the plates down as politely as she could manage. "Enjoy, precious."

No matter how hard she tried, the scathing tone could not be dashed in those final few moments.
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There wasn't much that got past Corbin. Okay, most of the time there wasn't anything that got past Corbin. Therefore, he could easily tell that he had offended the woman who was now doing her best to not slam the plate of food he asked for in front of him. He was in such a good mood though, that he didn't care. Nor did he care that she had added quite a few spices to his food. Luckily for him he liked spicy food. "Thank you. That'll be all." He said and dismissed the woman with a wave. He then tucked into his delicious meal.
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Corbin had been escorted to one of the exam rooms rather quickly. No one really wanted to see him bleeding all over the place thanks to the rather large gash on his chest. He insisted that it wasn't as bad as it seemed, but the apprentice who had seen to him first begged to differ. He needed stitches and fast. Once in the exam room she had given him a towel to press to the wound as she filled out his chart. Of course the first question was how did he injure himself.

The guard gave a sigh and then explained what had happened. For all he was a wher candidate now, he still did his job as a detective...well, as much as he could with the incompetent Guard Captain that was in charge of him. He was out on patrol, something he hated, when they heard screaming from deep within the Lower Caverns. Corbin had taken off in a full run towards the screaming and came upon a man trying to have his way with a woman that wanted nothing to do with him. He'd yelled and got the man's attention, giving the woman plenty of time to get away. However, the man was not going to be arrested without putting up a fight. That fight involved a knife, because why wouldn't it. Corbin pulled his own belt dagger and squared off against the man. By the time his patrol partner had caught up to them, Corbin had managed to take the man down, but not before he'd gotten a nice gash across his chest. His partner told him to go to the infirmary while he took the unconscious man into custody. Normally Corbin would have refused, but he knew he'd been cut rather deeply so he complied.

The apprentice finished writing and then told him to sit tightly. She wasn't able to stitch something that bad, so she was going to go get a Journeyman to fix him up. Once she left the room, Corbin pulled out his tin of smokes and lit one. If he had to be in the infirmary he was going to at least enjoy a smoke while he waited.
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Tue Jan 23, 2018 2:06 pm

It wasn't often that Saibra was able to work in the infirmary, but when she was able to volunteer to do so, she liked to. It kept her skills as a former Journeywoman Healer sharp, reminded her how to use what she'd learned oh so long ago, and taught her new things that had been happening in the field since her expulsion from High Reaches. It had only been in recent days that she started to do this, a sort of response to her conversation with Inggharudube at the gather not too long ago, and she was pleased that her skills were being allowed to be put to use.

"Saibra?"

She looked up from the paperwork she was tending to, or trying to - instead, she'd been drifting towards thinking.

"We've got someone for you to see."

She nodded and stood, following the Apprentice and listening while being filled in over what had happened. She paused to clean up and prepare herself, not knowing who it was that she was going to face once she entered the room. However, upon stepping inside, and seeing that it was the man from the night before, she just about walked out. "Of course it would be you." She would have run her hand through her hair if it were loose and her fingers weren't newly washed.

Then she realized...

She could do whatever she wanted.

Might go against the code of healers, but...

She started to smile, sweet as bubbly pie as she approached. "Put that thing out now. While you're in my infirmary," wasn't her infirmary, she knew that, he knew that, but while she was in charge for the moment, it was certainly her space, he was going to listen. "That isn't going to happen. So if you want to be treated," she crossed her arms over her chest. "I suggest you do what I say."
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Corbin was able to enjoy half of his cigarette before anyone came in to work on him. That was enough time for him to become terribly impatient. He wanted to get back to the guard house to see what was going on with the man he'd apprehended. Perhaps if he trusted the other guards to be more capable he wouldn't have worried so much, but their distrust in his abilities made him distrust theirs. In that time his wound had managed to soak through his tunic about half way down.

Finally, the door opened and a rather familiar face walked in. No look of surprise came on his face at her appearance, though she seemed rather displeased to see him there. Corbin, however, calmly continued to smoke his cigarette, even when she told him to put that out. He gave her an almost defiant look as he took one final drag of the cigarette and then put it out on the floor with a twist of his foot. "I was done with it anyways."

"I liked you better as a kitchen wench, to be perfectly honest." Corbin said bluntly, not at all caring if his words offended her or not. "Yes, yes, I know...I need to remove my tunic." He'd been hurt enough times to know the routine and he doubted he wanted her to remove the shirt for him. In fact he was beginning to wonder how well she was going to follow the healer's code to do no harm considering how much of a pest he was to her. In a swift motion, he had the blood-soaked fabric off of him. That allowed Saibra to see just how bad the gash on his chest was.
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The gash was rather nasty looking, pretty deep and wide. It would require quite a few stitches, some numbweed - if she were being nice - a good washing out, bandages and gauze... She felt her jaw begin to set and pinched the bridge of her nose before she grabbed something to put pressure against the wound. "Has it suddenly become your life's mission to make things difficult for me, or do you just enjoy being a bastard on purpose?" She took one of his hands and pressed it against the cloth she'd set on his chest. "Put as much pressure against this as you can. Not too hard, but enough. It'll help stop the bleeding until I can get to you." She pushed the sleeves of her tunic up and went to the sink to begin scrubbing herself up. "Lie down on the cot and get comfortable. I'll be over in a moment."

She normally didn't let things set her off so easily, but there was something about this man that just riled her up. She wondered if he knew it and decided that he must, that he was doing it on purpose because he knew how easily he could get under her skin. "Bastard..." She muttered under her breath. If that was the case, then she was going to have to show him just how thick the High Reaches blood in her could be - he wanted to be cold, she would be as hard as ice. Try be nice, not too mean at least?

If you mean whether or not I'm going to put him in pain? She dried her hands and turned around to see he'd actually listened. I'll do my best, but I'm not making promises. With her hands washed, she proceeded to gather what she'd need to wash out his wound and work to seal it up. Then she went to his side and actually hissed when she got a better look at it. "Not hissing at the wound, just hissing at your face." She gently lifted the cloth up to look underneath, but the bleeding wasn't any better. She was going to end up getting herself bloody and would likely need to change when this was over. "You're going to drive me to drink tonight, I swear to Faranth you are."
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Feeling sort of impish, for all he was bleeding out all over the place, Corbin gave the healer a smirk. "Cosidering I don't know you, I'd say it is more like I simply enjoy being a bastard." He put his hand over the bandage she'd placed on his chest and applied pressure to it. It wasn't anything to be proud of, but he rather enjoyed getting under women's skin like this. Corbin did do as she told him though and laid down on the cot. He made sure to keep the towel pressed to the wound as he did so. While she got cleaned up he took the chance to look her over. She was pretty enough, he supposed.

Her snide comment only made him chuckle more. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." Corbin didn't believe her petty remark was anymore than that...petty. She was pissed at him and wanted to try and break him down anyway she could. He'd hate to have to break it to her, but her attempts was futile. It was impossible to break someone down when they were about as low as a tunnelsnake's belly anyway.

"I've barenly done anything this evening that would drive a person to drink." He noted logically. Yes, he'd been smoking but he put it out right away. Other than the wench comment he hadn't said anything rude. "I suppose I could be polite and thank you for the extra spice in my food yesterday. It was quite wonderful. I needed something to clear my sinuses and that did just the trick. Do you and your wher like spices? I would imagine such delicacies would be appreciated since High Reaches's soil isn't so accommodating to such types of plants." He said making idle chit chat as if she wasn't about ready to stab him with a scaple.
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Thu Feb 01, 2018 2:59 am

Saibra was starting to get frustrated with Corbin, and she was certain it was showing in the way she was moving around the room. It wasn't often that she let someone get under her skin this way, and she knew why it was working so well. It wasn't so much the fact that he hadn't apologized to her the night before, or even the fact that he was being such an asshole right now. It had more to do with the fact that he'd treated her as a common servant the night before. That realization brought shame to her. She thought she had been working through that with some of Inggharudube's words. She ground her teeth, feeling like she'd somehow failed a teacher.

Not work, Saibra. He be the way he is. Breathe, 'kay? Get sword and name kindness...

She snorted to herself, because she doubted that would work on Corbin.

Then he mentioned High Reaches.

And her blood froze just a little.

Sarsk was there with her, mentally at least, and she reminded herself that she knew how to brain a man with a scalpel if need be, so she took a deep breath. He hadn't seen the tattoo, she told herself, he couldn't have known her from beyond the Weyr, he must have heard it from within. Deciding that was it, she gathered her tools and approached with a smile that could be described as almost pleasant in nature, a far departure from the expressions she'd thrown his way since she'd appeared in the doorway and first seen him. "As a matter of fact I gained a taste for spicy foods when I first arrived South. The hotter things taste the better. Just a shame you have to beg the cooks to use them on individual plates here."


"I've barenly done anything this evening that would drive a person to drink." He noted logically. Yes, he'd been smoking but he put it out right away. Other than the wench comment he hadn't said anything rude. "I suppose I could be polite and thank you for the extra spice in my food yesterday. It was quite wonderful. I needed something to clear my sinuses and that did just the trick. Do you and your wher like spices? I would imagine such delicacies would be appreciated since High Reaches's soil isn't so accommodating to such types of plants." He said making idle chit chat as if she wasn't about ready to stab him with a scaple.
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Wed Feb 07, 2018 2:54 am

He was getting under her skin. It was as plain as the nose on her face. Corbin couldn't help but enjoy it. It wasn't a nice thing to enjoy, but it was what it was. Honestly, he wasn't sure why she was letting him press her buttons so easily. Now that wasn't to say he didn't have ideas, he had plenty, but he wasn't sure which one it was. Could be she was simply an over-sensitive person that let everything get to her or it could be that she found him attractive and wasn't sure how to deal with it because he wasn't acting like the charming man she hoped he was.

"As a matter of fact I gained a taste for spicy foods when I first arrived South. The hotter things taste the better. Just a shame you have to beg the cooks to use them on individual plates here."

"I can't argue with you there. If you keep chasing the spicier food, though, it'll turn on you and soon nothing will be spicy." Corbin stated, making normal and polite conversation for once. Whether or not she was relieved by that she would soon find out that it wasn't to last very long. He was a nosy person and being a detective he couldn't help but be full of questions, especially when some things were so obvious to him. "I'm curious the back story of how a tried criminal of High Reaches managed to become a wherhandler."
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