Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: mar@physics.su.OZ.AU (David Mar)
Subject: Del Micek watches the activity...
Message-ID: <1992May15.034059.15645@ucc.su.OZ.AU>
Date: Fri, 15 May 1992 03:40:59 GMT

Del Micek, still sitting quietly on his seat by the fire, watches the
rowdier interactions of some of the patrons with an unapproving expression.
Spying Littlefair's wife, Mary, doing rounds of the room with plates of
meat and tankards of ale, he motions for a word with her.

"Yes, good sir?" Mary asks quietly, bending down to make sure she can be
heard above the general din.

"I thought," begins Del, "that this Dragon's Inn was a place of quiet and
solitude, where a weary soul could come and be warm by the fire, be welcomed
by the patrons, and be able to tell a simple story or two in return for a
similar tale from whomever happens to listen."

"Aye," Mary shakes her head sadly, "That it was. I fear our good reputation
may be in danger..."

"Mmmm," mumbles Del, grimacing slightly, "'twould be a shame."

Mary takes her leave and bustles away again, leaving Del to his thoughts and
the heat of the fire. As he sits, motionless, Littlefair's son Bob comes
over and senses the stirring feelings entrapped within Del's black cloak.
After a brief second of eye contact between the two, Bob moves to the fire
and places another log in the place. He then disappears again, without a
word.

A thin smile on his lips, Del Micek shuffles slightly in his seat and pulls
the stray fold of his cloak about him, the better to gather the warmth of
the fire.

- Del Micek.