[RPG] [FE] [Eth] Dyre

[Kimberly Amthor]

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>>Riamh was genuinely unsure of whether she meant 'poison' figuratively...or 
>>literally.
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>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?"


He's no clairvoyant.

Riamh offers a somber half smile.  Ever the woman of tact, she replies 
enigmatically, "...as well as can be expected."

The drink before her remains untouched.  In some thirty years of life, such 
Wisdom had touched Riamh's judgment: One should be wary of strange men 
offering strange drinks in strange bars (three too many strange entities for 
her taste).  There are a handful of people with whom Riamh would drink; 
Thras...Zuni, Hoshi, maybe Helena, probably 'Vey...Anya and Shaan, were they 
still among the living.  Besides, this man has been performing like a jester 
to a peasant gathering.  Which reminded her...

"Certainly, Sir Dyre, you're no pauper in need of the meager funds those 
peasants did provide.  What compelled you to do such a thing?"