Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Ryn:confusion: [Ayl???] Message-ID: <1993Oct10.155453.1@vax1.umkc.edu> From: dvaughn@vax1.umkc.edu Date: 10 Oct 93 15:54:53 CST Ryn blinks her golden eyes in confusion and takes a step back, narrowly avoiding the tattered wizard with a book under his arm. She reseats herself back at her table, brow furrowed in confusion. Staring unseeing at the table, she begins to mutter to herself. " Did she even hear.....? I suppose not, but 'tis quite a rude refusal." Ryn pauses, as if listening. "Aye, the customs of home are not custom everywhere, but still ..... the group seems somewhat heavy on those following magic's path." She grins at an unheard response. "If I continue simply waiting, they'll sweep me away with the dust; what little there is of it." Shaking her head ruefully, Ryn refocuses on the room about her and attempts to signal for a drink.