From: c9e-al@danube.Berkeley.EDU (Chua Hak Lien)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Higar: Re: The Sage: A Riddle...
Date: 19 May 1992 05:28:57 GMT
Message-ID: <va3mpINNe88@agate.berkeley.edu>
References: <1992May19.094902.1@cc.newcastle.edu.au> <1992May19.033724.27901@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au>

In article <1992May19.033724.27901@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au> cvenour@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au (C Venour) writes:
>c8929469@cc.newcastle.edu.au (Chunder from Down Under...) writes:
>
>>	The sage turns to those assembled nearby and says, "What is the
>>answer to this riddle?"
>
>Emrikol looks up at the sage and says in a loud voice, "The answer you seek
>is a shield." Then he smiles.

"Hah! Too late! D'at free dwink is MINE MINE MINE! ( hic )! I guessh-ed it
first! Pah! Berr-ing it on, barkeep! Dwarven ale, j'ust like the one in
Thoraban-dhir.... ( * sniff * ) ( hic(!) )"

Littlefair turns his eyes skywards, and asks Mary to bring the dwarf his
drink. Mary scowls at him, turns up her nose, and places it in front of
the dwarf. He consumes it all in one great chug, and burps loudly when
done.

".. good ale.. Velly ( hic! ) good ale... "

He smiles happily at Wolverine.

    Higar The Horrible -- Smelly Dwarf with Nice XBow, Trapmaker for Hire
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