From: mcutter@gacvx2.gac.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: A Quiet Entrance
Message-ID: <1992May12.194431.1346@gacvx2.gac.edu>
Date: 13 May 92 01:44:31 GMT

Following closely on the heals of the pink skin and fangs, the door opens once
more.  But this time, it is more of a gentle shove.  In it stands a minotaur,
seven feet tall and draped in leather armor.  A longsword rises over his back
and daggers drape his belt.  And in his left hand he carries six feet of the
meanest halberd ever to walk the land.

He saunters over to the bar, depositing his cloak on the rack with the others. 
His grey-skinned face scans the crowd.  Seeing no one that immediately plans on
attacking him, he turns to the barmaid.

"Dwarf spirits," comes the order in a voice as much felt as heard.  His order
filled, he takes a seat in the shaded corner opposite the fire to see what the
night will bring in this strange new land he finds himself in.