Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: jtice@ophelia.UVic.CA (Jason W. Tice) Subject: Yet another new character entrance [Kyare] Message-ID: <1992Jun9.024532.7626@ctr.columbia.edu> Keywords: Kyare, healer, woman, quiet Date: Tue, 9 Jun 1992 02:45:32 GMT She is through the doors, and moves hesitantly among the crowd, as if frightened by the din. At first she was not worth noting, dressed in the customary midnight blue/black cloak, but then she pulled back her cowl, and revealed herself. Serene was the first to notice her, as she turned, her customary good humor shining through, "You look lost. Can I help you--Gasp!" The girl recoiled from Serene's startled expression, her hands rising reflexively to her face. Then, realizing that Serene was not going to shout or scream, she lowered them. She realized that the wounds on her face were not yet fully healed. They must have frightened her. Good. it was not her natural paleness, nor her lithe features. "You need help!" Serene exclaimed. She guided the girl to Rowan Littlefair, who arranges a room for her. "Thank-you" The girl says, and removes her cloak. She is dressed in a short kilt, with riding leathers. SHe is dressed form head to foot in rich browns and blacks. Her shoulder-length black hair glistnes in the warm glow of the common-room. At one side is a slim rapier, at the other, a large pouch. She presses a silver coin into Rowan's palm. "I need some watered-down mead, please. and some Carow-leaves, if you have them. I am a healer. but I seem to have taken on too much this time." She smiles, and it is neither a pretty smile, nor an ugly smile. She settles into a stool at the bar, and almost collapses. Serene helps her, before returning to her duties. "Thank-you. " The girl says again. "My name is Kyare. Kyare Sirmin."