From: jcp@gauss.rutgers.edu (Jonathan Petersen) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Nevermore! Message-ID: Date: 12 May 92 03:19:06 GMT The raven continues its survey of the room, quickly filling up with mysterious cloaked figures who sit in corners. "You are right, Dusk," states the cloaked figure sitting at the raven's table, "The time has come. Quickly I tire of this charade." The figure rises to it's feet and pulls back it's cowl. The ebon visage of a dark elf male is revealed. The drow continues to remove the cloak, placing it carefully on a peg set in the wall behind him. As he surveys the room, all eyes are upon him. Wearing leather fashioned from an exotic black and white striped animal and a wide black sash, he stands out amongst the rest of the patrons, bundled up in their cloaks. Except, he notes, for the red haired woman, to whom he gives a slight nod. Two longswords hang at his sides, and daggers poke out of the top of his high black boots. A silver circlet rests on his brow, framed by a mane of silver hair. He picks up his glass of red wine and walks over to Listener, the infamous bard of this reputable establishment. "I am Zebron Twilight, Silver Sword of Eilistraee," he informs the bard, making sure everyone can hear, "Tell me a story, tell me a tale, play me a tune, or sing me a song about the Underdark. Or else..." The hushed patrons tense. Everyone looks suspiciously at the drow, some reaching for weapons, others getting the first syllable of arcane wizardry on their lips, still others searching for a good table to hide behind. "...I won't leave a generous tip," completes the elf, a sly smile on his lips. A collective sigh escapes everyone in the room. Muscles relax, hands return to goblets instead of hilts, conversation restarts. The elf sits down, the black bird caws once, and Zebron motions at the empty seats at his table. "Don't be shy. Anyone is welcome to share my table, just sit down and introduce yourself." He motions for a serving girl, and hands her another silver coin. "Those "french fries" look tempting, would you get me some, please?" he requests, trying to catch the eyes of the fire-topped female. jcp jcp@gauss.rutgers.edu