Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dwixom@vx9000.weber.edu (Silver)
Subject: Silver's response to Melkathiel's mischief.
References: <1992May16.195629.13065@Princeton.EDU>
Message-ID: <16MAY199220194111@vx9000.weber.edu>
Date: Sun, 17 May 1992 03:19:00 GMT

In article <1992May16.195629.13065@Princeton.EDU>, hibschmn@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Johann A. Hibschman) writes...
>The skinny goblin begins to chant, flailing wildly with his rune-covered
>quarterstaff.  A pinpoint of light appears in each corner of the tavern,
>quickly expanding into small glowing balls, which shed just enough light
>for the corners to be nicely lit.  By some strange coincidence, none of
>the magical lights shed any light in the general direction of the bar,
>but several of the light fields have accidentally intersected near the
>entrance to the tavern, where the rather loud and annoying captain just
>happens to be standing.
> 
>	"There.  That's much better.  I wouldn't want anyone to trip or
>anything because of the gloom."
> 
>He peers eagerly into the now brightly-lit corners of the room, and then
>bounds over to the door to peer curiously at the newcomers.

Silver looks up at the small light ball hovering over her table, and
she frowns. "As if there wasn't enough already..." she murmurs, her
eyes following the movement of the bright sphere.

She refills her small glass with water, and quickly swallows it down,
her eyes still tracking the small ball of light. She then stands up
quite suddenly, catching the ball inside of her glass, her other hand
covering the mouth of the small cup.

She looks at the trapped ball with a satisfied smirk on her lips, as
she sits down, carefully overturning her glass on the table, like a
firefly in a jar. Silver spends many a long moment, just sitting and
staring at the small ball of light, her dark green eyes flashing in
the glimmer from her capture.
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