Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Saphire: Well... alright... here goes.
Message-ID: <1992Dec14.150856.2891@gacvx2.gac.edu>
From: pseudo@nic.gac.edu
Date: 14 Dec 92 15:08:55 -0600

The battered door (perhaps replaced since I last posted regularly) swings open  
again letting in a glimmer of afternoon sun.  A woman stands in the doorway.   
She is about 5'10" and bright blue,
with flowing white-purple hair.  She looks young, about 17 or 18 and *very*  
cute.  She, well, bounds is the best word for her walk, which has an energetic  
step, to the bar in a flurry of whispering red and yellow silk.  Her garb is  
baggy and loose yet every now an interesting patch of skin shows through.  It  
looks as if somone has wrapped bolts of silk around her and pinned them in  
place.  Even through her baggy garb it is obvious that she has a nice figure,
and to the trained adventurer that she carries a dagger in her boot.  Around  
her waist is a simple rope with a patchwork pouch tied to it.  The pouchjingles  
a bit.  She also carries a traveling harp under her arm.   Finally she gets to  
the bar and pulls out her pouch and has a short discussion with a barmaid.   
Crestfallen she turns to the patrons and cheerfully asks "Hi, folks and my  
name's Saph and well drinks here are incrediably expensive and does anyone  
wanna buy me one?"  Saph looks eagerly at anyone nearby.  Seeing a few people  
look confused considering the last time she was here, she explains, "Well, I  
figured maybe I caught the old place at a bad time and I'd try again now.   
Besides, I can't afford any other inns in this city either.."  She grins  
flirtatiously.

Saphire Silkson, Revlis at large.  Who me?
pseudo@nic.gac.edu
--
Sure, deck your lower limbs in pants;
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance  
Have you seen yourself retreating?

                        -Ogden Nash