Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: ikos@netcom.com (Ikos) Subject: Re: Why use the door? Message-ID: Date: Sat, 16 May 92 02:38:15 GMT References: <1992May13.204152.307@vms.huji.ac.il> <2A132C4B.11843@ics.uci.edu> Keywords: cure >>"Can I help you, good priest. For all of my warlike raiment, I am not >>unknowledgeable of healing practices and magic. Perhaps if I might assist?" >> >>Janniver waits, simply helping to support the injured, while Gilrood works his >>miracle on the ravaged body. Then, the man helped as much as possible, >>Janniver reaches into a pouch and tosses a handful of bright gold coins to the >>innkeeper - "A room for this man - and one for the powerful healer..." (and from Serene) >>Fries for Fooman, and a large, hot order for our >>collapsed friend receiving the medical attention - with vinegar. As the fries arrive, Gilrood give the barmaid a *very friendly* smile ;) :) And thanks her promptness in a very gentle voice. Gilrood accepts the help and together they manage to get a few fries into the injured warrior. "By the way, I am not a priest, too involved in doctrine and worship to worry about the land. *Just* a druid, or in this case healer will do," he mutters to Janniver. Satisfied that a life has been saved, Gilrood looks directly at his helper, "Thanks for the help. And the room, for I had no idea where I was to sleep tonight. My name is Gilrood O'grog and I believe yours is Janniver? What brings a 'Knight of the Order of the Star and Servant of the Light' to this 'quite ordinary' tavern? But first we should get our friend here to his room to recover." (the sage writes) T.S. sighed, he wondered if this perhaps was the wrong place to come. >>I mean it is rather unlikely that anyone here would have seen his long lost >>children that were stolen in infancy by pirates. The druid then turns to the sage who is sitting not far from them (by a wall I believe), "I hate to hear of lost children. Unfortunately, more pressing matters I must deal with. Perhaps after the Monday hour we'll both have time to here of this tale, and of what you were once best of the best at." The wounded warrior is now brought to his feet, an arm around Janniver(?) and the other around Gilrood. As they are about to make their way up the stairs, the druid notices Rowan the Bard meekly reenter the bar. "Lovely Singer, you have made my heart rejoice. Please save a song for my return, for now I have a patient to put to bed." With this, the three (Janniver, are you still with me???) slowly climb the stairs and disappear upstairs. "I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, it makes me feel alright" -???