Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: johnf@apollo.hp.com (John Francis)
Subject: Felix Speaks
Message-ID: <1992May13.162716.5604@apollo.hp.com>
Date: Wed, 13 May 1992 16:27:16 GMT


> Serene tries to surruptitiously peer in the silver tankard of the person
> who was crunching bones (hoping it wasn't full of those preppy little
> waters with bubbles in it) and does her best to refill it, trying for a
> closer look at this gauntleted stranger.

The figure allows the hood of the cloak to fall back, uncovering a dark,
angular face topped by short, sleek, black hair. Two pointed ears are
revealed, each tipped by a small tuft of hair.  apart from that, and the
green/gold eyes, the figure appears to be at least as human as most of
the other inhabitants.  He glances towards the raven (still flapping it's
wings in an agitated manner), and allows his tongue to run thoughtfully
over a mouthful of extremely sharp-looking teeth.

"Another tankard of this excellent Catamount, my dear!"  he says. "The
name has a most delightful ring to it.  And perhaps our little friend
in the corner" (gesturing towards the halfling) "would care for a half-
pint?  Or does he only drink shorts?".  He smiles, and proffers a small
green gem in payment.  He is just settling back into the shadows of his
inglenook, muttering words which Serene can just make out to be something
like "music hath charms to calm the savage priest? - faugh! That's awful!
Still, what can you expect from an under-dweller?  And those clothes ..."
when a large wolf-like beast trots through the door.
Immediately Felix (for so we shall call him) comes to a stance of full
alertness. His cloak is thrown back, revealing not only mail gauntlets
but also a coat of irridescent silvery chain.  By his side hangs a sword,
with two glowing green gems set in the ornate metalwork of the hand-guard.
His left hand falls to the hilt of the sword, and a low growl comes from
the back of his throat.  But the wolf trots unconcernedly up to a tall,
red-haired, armoured figure, and after a short while Felix relaxes again
and takes another draught from his tankard.

"Did I hear Milady request another beer?" he says to the music-lover in
the blue cloak, seated nearby.  "I would be honoured if you would allow
me to buy a drink for you and your talented musician friend."  He smiles
once more, and again a set of extremely sharp teeth are briefly revealed.