From: nsecomb@metz.une.oz.au ( Nige.)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: A Dusty Wanderer
Keywords: Bundy Rum
Message-ID: <950@grivel.une.oz.au>
Date: 18 May 92 07:20:27 GMT


    Out of the glare in the street comes the figure of a cloaked human, who
upon reaching the doorway abruptly stops and makes the motion of sniffing air,
and then proceeds to squint at a most unusual apparatus on it's wrist. For
those near the door with an educated background the sundial instrument on the
figure's wrist is both unremarkable in it's manufacture and and in itself a
common article in alchemist and astrology labratories, although the fact that
it is only three finger-widths in diameter and attached to the wrist by a
leather throng has been known to attract many a curious glance as not many
individuals wear sundials.
    From under a broad brimmed hat it mumbles, " Time for me Bundy, just hope
this hole has some."
    The figure then lifts it's gaze to the sign swinging above the entrance,
revealing a sunbaked and dust-caked visage." Dragon's Inn " it mutters, "Hope
the bloody thing's not 'ome then, 'cause if it's like that last lizard I'll
die of thirst before it stop's talkin', stupid things, only thing they're
good for is their hide, and that takes years ta finish stinkin'."
    He dips his hat before entering, dropping a handful of the road's grey 
dust on the bottom step in the process and adding another palm full whilst 
ruffling the copious amounts of red hair, or at least the hair usually covered
by the hat is red, there being a definite demarcation in colour between that 
which is, and is not, covered.
    Upon entering he mumbles "Hasn't this place even discovered candles yet,
crikey this place's dark." After occupying the same piece of floor for several
seconds the man finally locates the bar and begins the tedious journey through
the crowd of patrons between himself and the bar, noting the diversity of 
the individuals present.
    At last he finally manages to "dock" at the bar, gradually manouvering 
his large frame into a recently vacated space.
    " Bundy Rum thank's mate, and don't leave room for air in the glass eh".
    He wait's expectantly, gold coin in one hand, and rag in the other.