Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Leaving (was re:on the way out...)
Message-ID: <1993Oct18.154234.1@vax1.umkc.edu>
From: dvaughn@vax1.umkc.edu
Date: 18 Oct 93 15:42:34 CST

	Ryn follows the others as they head towards the edge of town. Every now
and again there is a quiet jingle, as if of armor, but it is so seldom heard it
may be discarded as imagination.
	The young swordswoman settles her cloak over her shoulders, the slit
flowing over the sword on her shoulder with the ease of long practice. She
glances warily about as the group walks on, catching sight of a familiar face.
A woman with strawberry blond hair, somewhat older than Ryn and somewhat
shorter. She looks somewhat out of lace in her sailor's garb, this far from the
docks. The elder woman gives Ryn a curious look out of her golden eyes and
signals a question. Ryn quickly signs an answer, keeping eye on the others.  
The woman smiles, blows Ryn a kiss, and moves away into the crowd. The
dark-haired swordslady chases after Aylyra's group, catching up in time to hear
John's offer. She opens her mouth to offer her own services, then closes it;
looking as if someone (unseen) has severely chastened her.