Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: dwest@odin.unomaha.edu (David West) Subject: Re: Hm... Message-ID: Keywords: drow, lightfinger, serene References: <1992May12.093803.2019@nic.csu.net> Date: Tue, 12 May 1992 22:44:58 GMT ikos@netcom.com (Ikos) writes: >>> "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." Lightfinger smiles "Well, I'm not much of a drinking man, but I get by." With that, he takes the pitcher the barmaid set in front of himself and pours another drink. "Very good quality, finest since I have been in this country. Not like Rohajian liquor, but fine." "I have come many a mile," Lightfinger continues, "And I am glad I have found a place to rest for a while." From under his outfit, he pulls out a pipe and lights it - with his finger. "So, where do you all come from, might I so inquire?"