Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: djb6@ellis.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan)
Subject: Underneath the Inn
Message-ID: <1992May14.161920.994@midway.uchicago.edu>
Date: Thu, 14 May 1992 16:19:20 GMT

A <<THUNK THUNK>> is heard, and Rowan [the innkeeper, not the minstrel ;-)]
goes downstairs to the wine cellars to investigate.  Several minutes later 
he returns, holding a dwarf by the back of the neck.  
"Put me down, human!  I apologized once already!  We were just building
a tunnel from alt.dwarf.colony to alt.binaries.pictures.gnomes.erotica for,
ah, pedestrian traffic.  How was I to know that ye'd dug your wine cellar
in between?  Oh, well. "  The dwarf glances around the room.  "Eighteen 
corners, eh?  Architect must've been smoking Vascondian weed.  And so many
shadowy figures.  Pah, we'll clean the riff-raff out soon enough, eh?" The
dwarf slaps Rowan on the back.  Rowan scowls back ferociously.  "Er, oops.
And you with the stringy thing- yes you, the minstrel-whatever.  Get a real 
job!  Hahaha!"

Rowan and the quartermaster tackle the cackling dwarf and hold him down.
"Would any among ye care to escort this person to the door?"

-- 
Dennis Brennan
djb6@midway.uchicago.edu