Lord Warder Lytol. As he walked toward you, there seemed to be a deep twitch in his face, which he scrubbed endlessly with his unnecessarily stiff hands. You knew the type of people they were, these were dragonmen who had lost their dragons, something that was happening all too often back in Draconia nowadays.
Yet here, you had to pretend you'd never seen him before, cause you'd never been in Pern before. "Greetings green rider, what brings you to Ruatha?" the Lord Warder queried, trying to keep his garrulous tone polite. You blinked once in confusion, "Oh, um...guess I just mistimed the jump between then, er, you know how these things are" you replied awkwardly. Lytol nodded softly. Drak flapped his wings and puffed out smoke from his nostrils.
That caught Lytol's attention, normally a dragon here would require firestone to breath fire, but not Drak, he could flame whenever he wanted. The former dragonman studied Drak closely, especially his eyes, which were not crystalline like normal Pernese dragons but pupiled.
"Hmmm, may I ask what your name is?" Lord Lytol asked, stepping forward as if interrogating a prisoner. You twisted your face, "I'm," you paused for a second, you had suddenly remembered the Pernese riders had shortened their names, "G'jar!! Rider of Green Drakanth!!"
"Oh really, what weyr do you come from? I perceive that you are certainly not from Fort Weyr, nor that you are a normal dragon rider period" Lytol continued testily, his eyes shifting. Geez, this guys gonna figure me out, I knew I should have listen to the old fools when they insisted on covering Drak's eyes.
"Well, I guess we're just gonna have to tell him Gil..." Drak mumbled.