From: bfish@sequent.com (Brett Fishburne)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Timit the Sprite introduction
Keywords: Timit prince
Message-ID: <1992May19.205744.23423@sequent.com>
Date: 19 May 92 20:57:44 GMT

The Troll stunk.  Timit was getting quite tired of the smell of
sweaty troll
as they entered the Inn.  It was clear that this was the end of
the road, and
with so many people about he was bound to be discovered as a
stowaway.  The
tiny sprite eased himself out of the Troll's hood (which he had
found his way
into earlier this morning back in Smaldes).  Just as Timit had
reached the
Troll's half tanned belt, a gnome came running at the Troll
swinging an
ungainly hammer.  As the Troll dispatched the gnome, Timit was
thrown to the
ground and quickly scurried under a chair.

Before Timit had a chance to climb onto the table and ask for a
good stiff
drink to wash away the road dust, the chair was enveloped in a
cream covered
cloak and creaked under the weight of shiny armor.  Timit peered
around the
edge of the chair and noticed an equally shiny dagger covered in
a variety
of glistening gems.

This opportunity was too much!  Timit slowly raised his hand
until he was fully
outstretched and grasped hold of the shiny dagger...