Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Jeremy Nelson)
Subject: Zia: Hawking for work? New.
Message-ID: <1992May17.080937.7158@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>
Keywords: new character
Date: Sun, 17 May 1992 08:09:37 GMT

Amongst the noise and hubba bub, the bustling of bodies, the duelling of
bards, the soft detonations of the contest next door and the unholy
aglomeration of smells _another_ person enters.

Who is actually of no real note.

A young, androdgynous figure, dressed in cheap looking clothing which
hangs of a small frame.  He (she?) has short cut, untidy brown hair.
The only vaguely interesting things is the she must be an elf, because
she is quite short...

He cautiously opens the door to the pub, slips in and looks around for a
while...
       .of course inside she sees a menagerie of wild creatures,
beautiful women and the truly holy and unholy.  Enough weapons to arm
quite a large army... and enough alcohol to drown it.

So he leaves.



Later she (yes, almost certainly she) returns.  Outside the patrons can
see the sun, going down again.  (Gee these people have endurance.)  This
time she is carrying a sack.  It is a small hessian bag with very little
in it.

She looks around cautiously (not that it matters), jumps back hastily as
a Raven dives past, keeps a good distance between her and the messy
green creature spewing chips and goes to the bar.

There, she pulls out a pack of cards and puts them on the counter and
slides them toward LittleFair.

Then in a bussiness like manner she pulls out a couple more packs holds
them over her head and offers them to the people in the bar, looking
carefully for reaction.

The sack is draped over a stool, and written on it (upside down now) is
some very messy writing.

It says:  'Odd Jobs'

After making her intent clear with the cards she holds up the sack
(upside down at first, then she realizes and turns it the right way up),
displaying the Odd Jobs sign.

Any Business?  Shoe polishing?  Armour Polishing?  Weapons Cleaning?