From: c9e-al@danube.Berkeley.EDU (Chua Hak Lien) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Higar: Re: A dwarf enters... Date: 18 May 1992 21:51:13 GMT Message-ID: References: <1992May15.224515.12853@rat.csc.calpoly.edu> In article wolve@meceng.coe.northeastern.edu writes: > > The short man with the emerald-hilted sword, noting Higar, stands >and crosses silently over to his table. He'd have to look under it, naturally... =) >"Ah, Higar," he says in a husky voice, "Its nice to see a fellow >dwarf." > >and with that he removes his cowl, showing a dirty blond truss of hair >pulled back into a drazalian war braid, showing the dark featured >dwarven face underneath. A large smile crosses across his lips and he >extends a rough hand out for a dwarven shake. > >"Oh, excuse me, I did forget to introduce myself didnt I, Well I go by >the name Wolverine Bloodthorn, of Mrithwandir, Would you mind if I >grab a seat at your table?" > >With that he looks back to the crowd, and back to await Higar's answer. Higar realises that someone is talking to him, and wakes up. He holds on to one of the table legs, brushes the mead that had spilled onto this suit of torn chain mail, and stands up. His cap is still at an awkward angle, and his crossbow dangles down onto the floor. "Guh-guh-greet-hings! Wol-vuh-rine, your name be? I am Higar.. Higar the trapmaker, though I can be a +bowman if thoust wish...", his breath stinks heavily of alcohol, and the rest of body smell even worse.... "Puh-lease.. let us find a seat. What.. what do you wish to discuss? I have not been home for so long.. so long... ", he sniffs, and brushes his nose with his torn sleeves. >Wolverine Bloodthorn Higar The Horrible -- Smelly Dwarf with Nice +Bow, Trapmaker for Hire *=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=* [ Stats Available Upon Request ]