Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Another new arrival strolls in...
Message-ID: <1992May19.162536.1454@ccc.govt.nz>
From: rob@ccc.govt.nz (Rob McNeur)
Date: 19 May 92 16:25:36 NZDT

The door to the Inn again swings open, quietly, sedately, to reveal a 
newcomer to the town and the Inn. He peers through the smoke, attempting to 
find a table somewhere in the midst of the room, and wanders vaguely into 
the cavernous interior.
He is a young man, dressed in fancy clothing that has seen a bit of wear 
and tear recently. He has a simple look about him, and his face bears the 
signs of several fists (or maybe boots) in the distant past.
He stops after progressing a short distance and surveys his surroundings in 
amazement.
Indeed, he has never before seen such a huge building, it's walls and roof 
appear to receed to infinity, just to accomodate the hundreds of patrons 
who have entered in a great rush over the last few days.
Judicious use of elbows allowed him to make his way towards the bar where 
he stood for a few minutes, balancing on tip-toe, hoping the bar tender (or 
his comely daughter) would notice him. Finally he leant forward and rapped 
gently on the counter with a coin.
	"Excuse me ! Um.... ah... . Excuse me !
	Oh hi... yes, umm... can I have a glass of white wine please, 
	preferably the elvish 'Herlmist' if you have it ?' NO ??
	oh well, whatever you've got will be fine !
	Umm.. Oh yes, I'm Kaspar. Pleased to meet you ! And do you have a 
	room I can stay in ?"

As the bar keeper rushes away to deal with his other customers, Kaspar 
grabs a nearby chair and stands on it, trying to peer over the top of the 
other customers.
	"HEY HRUT !! ARE YOU OUT THERE !! ANYONE SEEN A BARD CALLED HRUT 
	AROUND ANYWHERE !?!"

He ducks the first glass that comes flying in his direction, but a jug, 
thrown from his side, clipped him solidly on the side of the head and he 
disppears from view amongst the sea of bodies.