Ogdrol The boy smiles at your arrival, waving with one hand as he leans over a small piece of cloth, whipping a needle in and out of the fabric.  You sit down momentarily, only to be dive-bombed by a blue firelizad that chirps frantically at you, and you can't help but laugh at its antics. "Honestly, Ylaay, can't someone survive an encounter in my weyr?" He asks, smiling broadly.  "Forgive me, visitor, I am Ogdrol, nothing more than a simple, run of the mill Candidate.  Ylaay, is, as you can see, a minature pain in the neck.  I am an apprentice weaver, and sixteen turns of age."  He smiled broadly at you, and the ocean-blue flit settles on his shoulder again.  Ogdrol has light blonde hair that looks bleached, and light blue eyes.  His eyelashes are also a light blonde, and it makes them almost invisible.  When Ogdrol stands up, you reailze for the first time that he is short, and about as skinny as a stick, and looks almost unhealthy. You introduce yourself, and he nods politiely when you introduce your rank as Craftmaster Dolphineer. "Excuse me, Dolphineer, I am unaccustomed to ranking, and know little about how I should act, so please forgive me."  He smiles wanely again, and you can't help but like him.  He has a sort of charisma, even if his flit is annoying and a pain in the rear, and he's a  walking stick.  "So," He says, sitting down on his bed, "What would you like to know about me?  If, of course, there's anything at all." Do you want to: Go to Ogdrol's new weyr (After Impression) Read Ogdrol's Journal? See Ylaay's Statistics? See Ogdrol's Runner? Go back to Dawn Sister's Weyr? Go back to Rohlen Hold (Where he Impressed Ylaay)