Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: dwest@odin.unomaha.edu (David West) Subject: Strong brew, eh? Message-ID: Date: Wed, 13 May 1992 02:26:44 GMT Lightfinger glances at the stranger, then at the nearly black liquid. "Tis strong, huh?" He says, more than asks. He reaches for his mug and quickly quaffs the liquid... He sits there, smacking his lips "Not bad...not bad at all." Lightfinger scans the table, with his present company..."I guess reputations travel slowly. I am glad you have accepted me at this table, and now it is time for me to repay you for that..." With this, he calls over the barmaid and whispers in her ear. Shortly, she returns with a meal for each member at the table...strangely, each meal is of the person's favorite food! Lightfinger takes a wing off of his stuffed Cornish hen and begins to eat, while drinking a pure, clear liquid from his mysteriously refilled mug.