Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: foleye@CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Subject: Re: A Man Enters.
Message-ID: <1992May14.200602.26912@CS.ORST.EDU>
Keywords: Man
References: <1992May14.113325.16383@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au>
Date: Thu, 14 May 1992 20:06:02 GMT

In article <1992May14.113325.16383@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au> cvenour@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au (C Venour) writes:
>He is dressed in black leather breeches, a white woven shirt, and a black
>leather jerkin.  His hands are covered with bandages, from the base of his 
>fingers to his forearms.  He appears unarmed.  His eyes reveal intelligence, 
>cunning, and a strong survival instinct, as if he has known and beaten death
>many times for any who dare to look into them.  His white tipped, brown hair 
>seems almost natural.  His counternance is bleek.
>
>He places a coin on the table, and scratches the back of his bandaged hands.
>He slowly eats the food,  while seeming never to take his eyes from the other
>patrons of the inn.
>
>He looks for a stool at the bar, and seeing none decides to search for a 
>chair.  He continues to scan the room, looking at the few empty chairs, and 
>the people seated at the tables. He decides to wait for an invitation.
>

The Shrouded One's ebon eyes fix upon this one, and especially on the bandages,
as if she knows exactly what is beneath them (pustules from some unpainful skin
disease, perhaps? :), and calmly shifts one hand beneath her cloak to grasp at
something concealed beneath.

"Do you not have some exploring to do, O stranger with the bandaged hands?"