Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: foleye@CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man) Subject: Re: Nevermore! Message-ID: <1992May12.205939.9716@CS.ORST.EDU> References: Date: Tue, 12 May 1992 20:59:39 GMT In article jcp@gauss.rutgers.edu (Jonathan Petersen) writes: >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. > Immediately, the Shrouded One's eyes fix upon this one, the vacant stare leaving the pools so dark that pupil and iris appear as one. A black leather glove moves from beneath her ebon cloak, trying to draw this drow's attention. > >"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 The Shrouded One's eyes are still fixed on the dark elf, and her ivory-skinned face calmly appraises him, wondering what this one could have accomplished in his lifetime. Perhaps this is one she should seek . . . foleye@storm.cs.orst.edu