Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: ikos@netcom.com (Ikos) Subject: Re: Hm... Message-ID: Date: Tue, 12 May 92 19:23:28 GMT References: <1992May12.093803.2019@nic.csu.net> Keywords: drow, lightfinger, serene >> Ale for the gentleman with the staff - but no attempt at chatter, he's a >> bit rough around the edges. The wild look in his eyes softens as he realizes the ale is in his hands. He nods gratefully at the serving wench and takes a big swig. A look of disappointment crosses his face. "not exactly Pinche Porter, but not bad, for a cheap pale", serene hears him mumble as she moves off. As he finishes his mug, the druid moves away from the door towards the back. Like everyone else he is startled by the cloaked figure making his way down the stairs. But the raven on his shoulder is what catches my attention. Mumbling a small encantation, I look hard at the raven, searching for a spark of intelligence. Finishing the invocation, I make some small chirping noises. In the hubbab, no one hears, but one. "Dusk" I hear in a birdlike chatter and two beady eyes suddenly gaze in my direction. Satisfied with the smarts of the bird, my gaze falls upon the man in black. >> "So," he starts, "What do we do around here for fun besides fight over >> who is going to run the bar, eh?" the man had said...well i can think of an idea or two. I wait for Lightfinger's mug to get refilled. He takes a swig off of it and puts it down as he turns to the cleric threatening the drow. Lightfinger's eyes start to smolder as he turns back and notices his chalice gone. Before he can get two syllables out, I plunk his now empty mug down in front of him and say, "I don't know what you like to do for fun, but..." A wooden stool behind me (where there wasn't one before), I turn to the drow, "I go by the name of Gilrood. Thank you for your kind offer of hospitality, Lord Twilight."