Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dwixom@vx9000.weber.edu
Subject: Re: Tis jest a rose
References: <13MAY199221372331@rigel.tamu.edu> <13MAY199221440958@vx9000.weber.edu> <dwest.705815921@odin>
Message-ID: <14MAY199202530974@vx9000.weber.edu>
Date: Thu, 14 May 1992 09:53:00 GMT

In article <dwest.705815921@odin>, dwest@odin.unomaha.edu (David West) writes...
>Lightfinger's eyes widen a bit, "No wonder I recognized you. My memory
>just isn't what it used to be, forgive me." He takes the seat next to
>Silver, placing his mug next to himself on the table.

>"What have you been doing all these past years? I've been rather busy,
>so I haven't been able to keep track..." he says.

>In short order, Lightfinger realizes he left his meal on the other
>table. As he glances over, he notices the druid finishing off the meal.
>He chuckles quietly and this time orders a meat and vegetable stew from
>the extremely busy barmaid.

"I've been here and there," she says, "Attempting to find employment 
in my trade, but it has been difficult. It's been enough to pay debts, though."
She looks somewhat frustrated as she says that, her fingers tapping
on the table.

She looks at Lightfinger again. "And yourself? It's been a long time, since I
left you in that tavern, back there. Did you finally get into that school, or
whatever it was?" she asks, folding her arms on the table before her, the
rose that Pemrose gave her in her right hand.

  -Silver