From: JLM@SLACVM.SLAC.STANFORD.EDU
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Loe to Morgue
Message-ID: <92141.160002JLM@SLACVM.SLAC.STANFORD.EDU>
Date: 21 May 92 00:00:01 GMT
References: <1992May20.214308.14448@ms.uky.edu>

In article <1992May20.214308.14448@ms.uky.edu>, kender@wam.umd.edu says:
>
>  She turns around to tell anybody who's listening, "Oh yeah. Morgue.
>Dat's what dey call me," she fondles the pommel of the huge sword on
>her back, "'cuz dat's wher i put 'em..." She smirks, then steps over
>to the table where she and O^ulak were sitting. She again props her foot
>on the table, and just watches the goings on in the room while waiting for
>her dinner (still).

 The flind empties the goblet of Black Rose wine; then wiping his mouth
with his furry claw he addresses Morgue...

         "I knew someone who had a similar claim to fame, except
         he was ... human.

          Personally, I try to solve things without resorting to
         violence, but for some strange reason people keeping dropping
         like flies everywhere I go."

 Loe grins.