Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: dwest@odin.unomaha.edu (David West) Subject: Re: A new arrival Message-ID: References: <13MAY199219033559@vx9000.weber.edu> Date: Thu, 14 May 1992 01:54:07 GMT dwixom@vx9000.weber.edu writes: >And again, the door swings open, slowly and silently. A stranger is revealed, >cloaked and hooded all in black, save for the lock of silver hair seen before >her dark green eyes. She walks in, quietly, looking around. Noticing an empty >table in the far corner, the stranger moves slowly over to it, the soft swishing >of her cloak the only sound she makes. >Pulling out a chair, the stranger sits down, her black cloak swirling around her >feet. She looks around, the silver clasp on her cloak glinting in the light as >she reaches up, taking a hold of the hood obscuring her face, and pulls it back >from her head. A flash of silver hair in the light, and her face is revealed, >her dark green eyes scanning the pub once again. >She says nothing, silent, seeming to fade away in the noise and action >around her, at her table in the dark corner of the inn. Lightfinger casts a glance over at the newcomer. His eyes narrow in thought, trying to remember where he has seen the face before. Being that his companion the dark elf has gone off to bed for a while, and also being very curious, he excuses himself from his current table. He picks up his mug, and as the barmaid passes him, drops a few coins on her platter. "Get the lady in the corner whatever she wants." He calmly walks over to the stranger and asks "May I join you, milady?"