Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: foleye@CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Subject: Re: The Shrouded One speaks . . .
Message-ID: <1992May15.013805.6798@CS.ORST.EDU>
References: <1992May14.202250.27542@CS.ORST.EDU> <1992May15.000107.20075@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au>
Date: Fri, 15 May 1992 01:38:05 GMT

In article <1992May15.000107.20075@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au> cvenour@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au (C Venour) writes:
>The man with the bandaged hands turns and looks directly at the Shrouded One.
>He seems to almost look into her heart. Upon seeing her hand reach under her
>cloak, he instinctivly touches his fingers to the back of his hand. He catches
>himself before removing the bandages, and starts to walk towards the table of
>the Shrouded One.
>
>"My Lady," he says, "may I join your table?"
>
>He stands behind an empty chair, that seemed to appear from nowhere, and waits
>for her reply.

The Shrouded One smiles at his attempt to divine her inner self, for many
have tried to do so in the past.  The fact that she has survived is a testament
to their failure, for her aura of mystery and secrecy is what has protected her
from her Enemy throughout her life.  She nods to the chair he has procured for
himself, and glances the bandages on his hands, still with the appearance that
she knows what is beneath without needing to see.