[RPG] [FE] [Eth] Dyre

[Eric]

Kimberly Amthor wrote:

>>>
>>> Riamh was genuinely unsure of whether she meant 'poison' 
>>> figuratively...or literally.
>>>
>>>
>> 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?"
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> He's no clairvoyant.
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> Riamh offers a somber half smile.  Ever the woman of tact, she replies 
> enigmatically, "...as well as can be expected."
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> 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...
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> "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?"
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>
Dyre recognized failure when he saw it.  Perhaps it was the hint of 
peach that was the deal breaker... at any rate he subtly got the servers 
attention then almost inperceivably moved the transmuted drink aside to 
accomadiate the vile rain barrel brew that they served here... to each 
their he figured and lket the subject drop.  However the title she used 
started him.  It was ptresumptuous at the least.

"Sir?" He shot a clumsy look of surprise at the woman acrossed the table 
from him.  "Sir, maybe for my father, I doesn't rightly remember, but I 
do not think that it has ever been applied to me."  He tried to remember 
his father briefly, it was so long ago so many lives before... he 
remembered that his mother went insane over his death... this of course 
he reflected with a grim humor, was nothing new...

He noticed it almost instantly... he had drifted away for the briefest 
moment... but if this woman noticed that he didn't actually need to work 
for money than she surely would have noticed that he had gotten lost in 
a far away place even for a moment.  He now wanted to kick himself for 
his the self inflicted hermitage that he had done over these past few 
decades... the research that had gone for not.   His social skills here 
as they had been in Outer Tilog left a lot to be desired.  He wanted to 
make an impression on this woman that intrigued him so and he was likely 
doing that... making a bad impression.  He tried to smile easily dispite 
how dismally he felt he was doing.

"I can see that I have failed to fool you... Lady," he said with just a 
hint of a question.  "I do it to keep my hands in practice and my skills 
sharp, it makes the kids happy... and maybe just a little to upset the 
status quo." he finished a slight grin on his face.