Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Saphire: OOOO  a drink.....
Message-ID: <1992Dec17.235215.17986@cheshire.oxy.edu>
From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 23:52:15 GMT
References: <1992Dec16.124036.2925@gacvx2.gac.edu>

In article <1992Dec16.124036.2925@gacvx2.gac.edu> pseudo@nic.gac.edu writes:
>"Thank you kind sir my throat was getting parched and where I come we don't use  
>this currency.  I am Saphire Silkson, a Revlis of some ability.  You spoke of  
>torture, and it makes me curious.  You see there is nothing a revlis likes less  
>than confinement and cruelty.  What manner of place is it that tortured you?"
>

 Lucas is so involved in trying to figure out how to get this strange woman to
talk to him that he almost misses the fact that she actually IS talking... to
him, no less... his mind reels momentarily as he registers this fact, then
reels even harder trying to figure out how to respond. Realizing she is waiting
for an answer, he decides he has to say something to cover his lack of strat-
egy...

 "It was a thoroughly disagreeable and rat-infested dungeon belonging to a
group of arrogant, paranoid, violent, and rather mangy people, known as the
Wasters, I believe. They appeared to like to torture for the sheer pleasure it
brought them, but I'm afraid I wasn't a very good victim, so they grew frus-
trated and sent me away..." Lucas sighs, and almost slips back into melancholy
stupor, catching himself at the last moment as he remembers his task. He thinks
a bit, and finally decides to swallow what modicum of pride he has and indulge
in the largely fruitless and energy-draining activity called 'small-talk', 
while he ponders his next move.

 "So, Miss Silkson. What is a Revlis, if I may ask?" He gives a half-hearted
attempt at a smile. He knows the answer already, of course, but perhaps he can
get her to explain at length, and give him some valuable time...