Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: foleye@storm.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Subject: The Shrouded One's table
Message-ID: <1992May16.200215.7221@CS.ORST.EDU>
Date: Sat, 16 May 1992 20:02:15 GMT

The Shrouded One's ebon eyes scrutinize those who have added themselves to her
small crowd.  Listening intently to Caezar's tale of TarKhan, she notes some
parallels with some tasks of her own.  Seeing the raccoon bursting from Crom-
well's sleeve, she catches the animal's gaze, seeming to look into its very
brain for a moment, before catching sight of Meshtak toying with Mr. Bandage's
hands.  (I'll use that for a name, for lack of a proper one at this time.)  She
lifts a leather-gloved finger, and warns Meshtak:  "I am quite certain that he
would just as soon have you leave his hands alone, my friend."  Kryalla begins
to wonder if Mr. Bandage is even paying attention to his surroundings any more.

The Shrouded One turns back to Drax, and thanks him quietly for the gift from
the chest.  However, she adds:  "Are you certain you should be displaying that
to everyone who comes along?  It is a thing of great power, and it should not
simply be dispensed to all who set eyes upon it, to my thinking . . ."


foleye@storm.cs.orst.edu

P.S.  I will try and keep track of everyone who is now at or near the Shrouded
One's table.  At this time, the tally is Meshtak, John Cutter, "Mr. Bandage,"
Johnny Steele (I think), Drax, Caezar, Annar, and Cromwell.  If I've missed
anyone or added anyone I shouldn't have, let me know by email.  The address
just above this paragraph is the correct email address, and the one in the
article header may or may not give you a bounced letter.