"We dipped his body in lava and it burnt him and he died,but he healed from that too and came back to life.No matter how hard we try,we aren't able to...harm him,much less kill him.He is something really ancient,we aren't even able to determine his class due to the extent of power that lies dormant in him."says your warden."Just be careful,we don't want a crazy,superpowerful ancient running around freely.Suddenly, there's a huge blaring sound and the lights turn to red outside your tank."SECURE. But he did see it and decided that he could use a drink and a bath, so he turned his horse toward the town and in about a half hour was just on the edge of town. From previous experience (a bad one), he had learned that when riding into a strange town, it's best to stick towards the middle of the street - that way you have some time to react if necessary. He had been taken by surprise once before by riding too close to the side of the road, because a stagecoach had just happened to be pulling. Both of them commented on the shapeliness of my legs. I thanked them for the compliment and sort of paraded in front of them. They said I would make a good model, and Jeff agreed, saying that I should start modeling right there and then. We took a vote, which I lost by three to one, and they convinced me to model what I was wearing. Perhaps I should tell you that I'm twenty-nine, blonde, busty, and, as I've said, I have shapely long legs. That night, I was wearing all black—dress, slip, bra,. I don't even recall what I tried to speak to them about, but all I got in return were obsequious noises not much better than gibberish.I gave Mrs. Hickman a story about suddenly feeling ill and arranged to return the next day, health permitting.I needed to find a way to downplay my looks, no easy task. I had the disadvantage that I didn't wear much makeup so I couldn't just go without. I also needed something to hide my sensational body.My clothing collection is so large it's obscene for one.