Fall over the Weyr is over, a largely predictable outcome that left few dragons and riders sorely wounded. No one was seriously injured in the bazaar though there was a ground crew cadre installed just in case. Th'bek's not alone in Last Call, but he's only just arrived. Someone prepares a drink for him which he's more enthusiastic about thanking him than actually drinking. A brown firelizard weighs on one shoulder as Th'bek sits, easily camouflaged through the young man's hair.

Mai wanders in not long after, brushing herself off and removing her jacket. She gives a small sigh as she stretches her neck and shoulders out and moves over towards where Th'bek is sitting. She gives him a wave and a salute as she looks for something to drink.

The drink is cool down his throat, and he pushes out his bottom lip. Better than he gave it credit for. "Mai," he greets the other brownrider fresh after tasting the local ale, the back of a hand sweeping over his mouth. "You were flying next to K'sol earlier, did he seem irregular at all to you?" His motive for the question is unknown, the male greenrider in question a fresh Telgar export.

"It seemed like he had something on his mind, that he wasn't focued." Mai tells him, getting her drink and she nods. "Thanks." She turns her attention back towards Th'bek. "Why?"

Th'bek sits back a little further on the stool, warping his posture and making Valmai 'walk' head first down his arm and onto the relative safety of his lap. "Honestly, I didn't notice, haven't gotten his personality nailed yet, but P'daar mentioned it in passing. I'll see about 'im in the morning after briefings." Plural. It's gonna be a ragged sevenday. "Seems like a 'cheery' sort," he uses that adjective to describe the motor-mouths who could carry a conversation on ceramic glazes ad infinitum. "What's up with you and Vardiath?" He centers his look on Mai.

"We're fine. He's finally adjusted to being in Thread and while he still would rather be swooning ladies and making me learn to play music, he's still going after it." Mai says, nodding her head. "I don't think he's terrible, and if that's his worst trait then it's far better than nothing."

"Hey! Watch it." Th'bek separates Valmai from his lap and areas sensitive to the wanderings of displaced firelizards. "You have any of these? Couldn't hire better message runners. But hiring is sometimes what I'd prefer." Poor Iscah and Valmai, lesser obligations, but obligations never the less. He straightens so the brown can reassume the shoulder perch. "What sort of music is he exactly keen on?" Filling up time with another sample of drink. "If you're indecisive, go for this type, not as bitter as some of the other darks."

"One, and he's not very good for the messaging type. He's rather aggressive and angry. He's at home right now." Mai laughs and drinks some of the harder cider that she's ordered. "Any. He loves all music. I like bawdy tavern songs, and such things." She jerks her thumb back towards her weyr. "My lute and flute are back there. Have done a good job with the lute. Still working on the flute."

"Take 'em to the herders, I bet they have ways of straightening him out. A good swat works too." Quoth Th'bek of the Iron Palm. As Mai lists her extracurricular skills, he appears to be listening, brows reaching further into his forehead then levelling back. "Say, starting tomorrow, how would you like to shadow R'bior and Adrutth," naming Arroyo's stolid blueriding Wingsecond who filled Selaine's vacancy. "As 'seconds yourselves." Brown eyes just glance, this is business.

"I don't being rough to them. That makes them resent you." Mai says before she turns to drink some of her cider, before she nearly chokes on it. "Uh, I'm not a se…" She pauses, "Wait." She begins. "You're saying that I'm wingsecond now?"

Th'bek gently jostles Valmai's chin and does not earn lacerations in the process. "Not resent, respect. A big difference." But firelizards are as consequential as dander at the moment, and his torso leans a measure to the left. "R'bior's still keeping his title, you'll just be rounding out Arroyo's ranks after my sudden surge to the center." He's still hypothesizing Zeyta's motives for that, but appears to only be studying the prints he's leaving on the glass. "Stick that high and dry." A new knot held out for Mai.

Mai nods her head and takes the knot as she looks at it. "Huh, alright." Mai nods her head. "I'll do my best, honest." She tells Th'bek. "And hey, you're doing fine." She gives him the ole chuck on the shoulder. "Really." She says, turning to drain the rest of her cider.

Th'bek returns both hands to circling the glass now mostly empty save for that last bit of a drink that usually contains all the backwash. "I hope so!" Seeing and feeling the shoulder prod. "I'm not looking for my replacement if that's what you're stretching for." Rev grins with a trace of teeth. "I'll have a full roster to you tomorrow," he'll copy it by hand tonight by the light of a glow nest. "And R'bior, well, he'll set you straight." The seasoned bluerider could handle Th'bek's job in two sevens.

"Never said I wanted. Never said that I wanted to." Mai says, laughing as she does so. She looks at her knot. "I'll get the old one replaced as soon as possible sir." She nods her head. "I'll listen to him. He's had more expertise than all of us combined."

Th'bek turns to look at his new 'second though most space adjacent to his eye is taken up with firelizard. "Good deal," this may, in a little while, work out in his favor when the workload can be shared by three rather than two. Rev will explore these chain reactions more fully. "Any questions before I go oil Tavuqth and shuck that roster?"

Mai shakes her head back and forth. "No, I don't sir." She says, grinning. "I got it, I promise." She salutes.
Th'bek swivels away from the bar until he can freely stand. Valmai's wings happen to spread wider for balance. "Don't go through your bawdy song repertoire in one night of celebration, yeh?" Her Wingleader presents a salute back and edges past a pair of new riders just coming in.