A'lond took a moment to step back from his work for a moment, rotating his shoulders to keep them from going stiff. Softening hides was not a particularly complicated job, but it took a lot of armpower and was enough to affect even the honed muscles of a fighting fit dragonrider. He'd been feeling restless, and even a bit useless the past day or so, and had decided to find himself some extra chores to do. It seemed the Headwoman had just the thing for him as well.

At least the oil was good for his hands. Otherwise this would be a much more painful job than it already was; cracking hands was the bane of ones existence when going between. It made for quiet work.. that was for sure. Not many people found their way into that level of the lower caverns unless they were looking for leather.

Looking for quiet? How unlike you. An amused, yet sleepy tone entered A'lond's mind. Obviously the bronze's naptime was up.

A Queen desired my perch; it was only proper I gave it up. Mercurith said in swift retort. Was that some sort of shot at him for having had absolutely no female company for months? A'lond found his usually merry spirits darken just a bit.

"Quiet till you woke up, anyways." A'lond muttered aloud, attacking the leather strips in front of him with oil once more. He attempted to hold actual venom in his tone, but it really didn't have the annoyed affect he wanted. Besides, if the bronze actually managed to rile him up the dragon would only be even more amused. "Besides... I'm not avoidin' anyone. I just needed something to do."

You could oil my hide instead of those in front of you. They don't itch like I do.

"Don't pull that on me. You know full well you're not itching; I oiled you nose to tail just the other day."

One cannot blame me for trying.