[RPG] [FE] [Eth] Dyre

[Eric]

Kimberly Amthor wrote:

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> Riamh breaks her statuesque pose with a glance to her two 
> scouts...then moves to the seat being offered...and accepts by sliding 
> down to sit.  Her eyes fall on the concoction and she's compelled to 
> inquire, "...what's your poison?"
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> Riamh was genuinely unsure of whether she meant 'poison' 
> figuratively...or literally.
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He smiled dispite himself.  Kindred spirit indeed.  Her dark humor was 
darker than even the sayings intent... to the point of being an earnest 
wish or desire, one that he had pondered hundreds of times himself.  He 
helped her be seated before he responded. And when he did his tone was 
low and personal, as if only meant for her and could be heard by her only.

"Mine is an Elvish Mead I took a liking to in Glinbar over the past 
few..." his voice trailed off, stopping as if he was hiding something.  
He recovered not in the suave way of a man practiced with the fairer sex 
but as one that is practiced in hiding, "But you however are having..." 
he looked intently at her as if sizing her up or trying to read her 
mind, "a sweet white wine with the slightest hint of fruit... maybe 
peach..."

With the quickest and smoothest movement most could ever hope to ever 
see his hands moved without aide of his gaze... which never left his new 
companion.  He scooped up a drink heading towards the men that the woman 
seemed to show disdain for and left entirely too much copper on the 
servers tray in its place.  With a dash of the granulated substance and 
a quick incantation he stirred the drink briefly and with an open hand 
gesture he offered it to her while taking his seat.

"However," he leaned in towards her in a conspiritoral tone, "they do 
serve only one kind of poison here... and by the blind man out front I 
believe they have served a bad brew or two... so I had to make a small 
modification..."

Indeed the vile smell of the drink had changed for the better and sat 
back and sipped at his own drink, "My name is Dyre," he introduced 
himself, before asking in referance to her drink, "How did I do?"