Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dwest@odin.unomaha.edu (David West)
Subject: Re: Suddenly
Message-ID: <dwest.705684263@odin>
References: <1992May12.133153.9380@ulrik.uio.no>
Date: Tue, 12 May 1992 15:24:23 GMT

perhj@fenris.dhhalden.no (Vicar Brian) writes:

>Suddenly the door burst open. In the doorway stands a tall man. He wears a
>black and bloodred robe: the clothing worn by the newly created order of Tymar.
>He stands with his head tall, like a man who is used to being obeyed.
>He stares around the room until he sees the drow and his two companions. Then
>his get a wild look. From under his robe the cleric draws a longsword, 
>raises it over his head in a gesture, lowers it until it points at the drow.

>	"Go back to the EVIL world that you crawled out from or be crushed like the 
>		rat you are!" - he shouts to the drow.

Lightfinger slowly and deliberately turns around, muttering something
about religious kooks. "The drow is here, in this fine establishment,
under at least a flag of truce, if not one of goodwill and hospitality.
I hope you know the rules of chivalry, that once a man has asked for
shelter, the host is obliged, even if it is his dire enemy. I can also
point out the same custom in the Arabic lands, where once a man partakes
of salt from a table, neither he nor his host can harm each other for
the length of his stay."

Lightfinger grins "Also, brandishing a weapon in the middle of a crowded
bar, good cleric, is a damn good way to get yourself killed. Now, I
don't want to tear up this fine establishment, and I don't think your
order would take too kindly of having it's temple razed to the ground,
like what would happen here. So, if I were you, I would reconsider your
actions."

Lightfinger smiles "I would suggest that table over there, good cleric.
It is the farthest from this table, which should suit you fine."