Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Saphire: Well... alright... here goes.
Message-ID: <1992Dec15.003302.3346@cheshire.oxy.edu>
From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 00:33:02 GMT
References: <1992Dec14.150856.2891@gacvx2.gac.edu>

In article <1992Dec14.150856.2891@gacvx2.gac.edu> pseudo@nic.gac.edu writes:
>The battered door (perhaps replaced since I last posted regularly) swings open  
>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?"    

 Lucas watches this new arrival, sighs, and rises from his chair. This is ob-
viously too much of a coincidence, for this young woman to have bounded into
the Inn right after his communion with Fecunda. Obviously, this must be a test
of his faith. Lucas straightens out his muddy robe, and tries unsuccessfully
to rub the kiss of his goddess from his cheek, even though he knows it will
do no good. It will go away after a few days, once it gets tired of flirting
with his skin, but until then no force in the Universe can haul it away. How
embarassing... But... work to do...

  He tries to stride over to the bar where the maiden stands, but it ends up
being something of a semi-confident shuffle. He clears his throat and turns
to Littlefair.

  "I... umm... believe I shall be purchasing the lady a drink..."

  Littlefair grins wide at the priest and winks while Saphire's back is turned,
but Luke only sighs again. Littlefair looks at him with a puzzled frown, then
shrugs and asks Saphire wants to drink, and pours her a glass of it.

   "Here you go, miss. Umm... that'll be 3 coppers, Father..."

   Lucas sighs. "I don't have any money, I'm afraid. The Wasters took what that
guardsman gave me, when they tortured me in their Dungeons, so..."

   "They... tortured you? I'm sorry. Gods above, just have the drink, it's on me..."

   Lucas nods sadly. "Thank you..."
 

  "Well, okay, Father