Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: mgcaa@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu
Subject: Re: Music hath charms..
Message-ID: <1992May13.022555.5037@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu>
References: <BIANCO.92May12105041@penda.cs.odu.edu> <1992May12.162709.23817@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu> <IP208.92May12190153@bille.ii.uib.no>
Date: Wed, 13 May 1992 02:25:55 GMT

>The mop boy stops cleaning the mop for a moment and says to the fair
>harper in a low voice:

>        'Uhm, excuse me - do you know a song called 'The leaves of my
>childhood forest, green ever green' - I think it's originally an elven
>song, sung by the maidens of the forests way south of here..'

Rowan, just ending Elvenstibane, looks up at the mop boy and smiles at
him.  "I do not know that one, but I know a similar one.  I'll play it
for you."

Just as she prepared to do so, a man in gaudy, green and purple staggers
in and lifts his cap, causing sand to fly out and land in her hair and
dress.  She cries out, angrily, and begins to inspect her harp.  Seeing
that it has not been too dirtied by the sand, she sets it down and
brushes herself off.  

As she is about to resume, she notices a pouch at her feet, which she
didn't remember seeing there before.  She picks it up, and as she rises
she sees a man before her:

>"Fair Maiden, please continue with thy singing...."

Hearing the clink of coins in the pouch, she thanks him.  He moves away,
and she begins playing the long list of requests she has received this
evening:  a light, elven song for the mop boy, a heroic ballad for the
Shrouded One, something for the drunk who recently yelled out, and
others.  Soon she is exhausted, and she puts her harp down for a rest.

As she is about to rise, she looks up, and her eyes show what could be
nervousness, or even fear.  She seems to be looking at someone in the
tavern.  But then, as quickly as it came, the look passes.  Anyone
glancing her way might think that she believed she had seen something,
and then dismissed it as her imagination.  

She sighs, and picks up the pouch, glancing into it for the first time.
She gasps at the sight of the gold within.  She closes it, and makes her
way carefully over to the Mage, at the Dark Elf's table.  

"Excuse me, good sir," she begins, holding out the pouch, "but I don't
think you can have meant to give me this purse...." 

As she awaits his answer, she notices herself growing hungry.  She will
have to speak to Serene about getting some food...