Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: wildcard@nevada.edu ( WildCard !!) Subject: Re: Chak the space-ruffian Message-ID: <1992May15.174229.18439@nevada.edu> References: <1992May15.041415.5619@nevada.edu> <1992May15.161156.7304@midway.uchicago.edu> Date: Fri, 15 May 1992 17:42:29 GMT Karl says... >"Well, mister Chak, me Karl. Me quartermaster of the keep. And me not >stupid. Why don't you put your garbage bag away and come sit down with us." [Chak sits at the table with Karl] Chak realizes that these people aren't nearly as stupid as the starlogs had made them out to be. Giving Karl a perturbed look (he doesn't like being made a fool of), Chak says... "The name's Tregga, Chak Tregga, but my business associates just call me 'Chak.' So are you interested in buying? Lemme see here..." [he rifles through the bag and brings out a hollow tube with a handle], "yeah, here's a great gizmo! Lemme see that drink..." [he puts some ale into the tube and plugs the hole, holding the handle he pulls a trigger and the ale shoots across the room soaking an innocent patron] "See?! Its worth at least...uh...I dunno... whattaya got?" Chak thinks that all Karl might have is fleas so he makes the following offer... "Well, I'll tell you what...because I like you so much and you're a close personal business contact of mine, I'll let you *have* it....provided you can beat me at a game of chance, what the hell, Anyone can play!" "Anyone for a little game I like to call 'Sabbacc?'"