Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: dwest@odin.unomaha.edu (David West) Subject: Re: Silver's response to Melkathiel's mischief. Message-ID: References: <1992May16.195629.13065@Princeton.EDU> <16MAY199220194111@vx9000.weber.edu> Date: Sun, 17 May 1992 16:36:58 GMT dwixom@vx9000.weber.edu (Silver) writes: >In article <1992May16.195629.13065@Princeton.EDU>, hibschmn@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Johann A. Hibschman) writes... >> >>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. Lightfinger smiles and carefully moves the glass towards himself and mutters a few words. The glow from the ball dims and fades away into nothingness, darkening the corner once again. Lightfinger mutters to himself, but audibly "I wish these hedge wizards would leave this corner alone." With that, he mutters a spell, causing a shimmering curtain to appear around the table/booth he and Silver are in, then the shimmering fades. "That should stop our interruptions, Silver, by all the wizards here with their parlor tricks. Now, you stated you were looking for a job...why are you here in this peaceful city, then?"