From: c9e-al@danube.Berkeley.EDU (Chua Hak Lien) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: Teondir: The Soldier seeks a Master Date: 21 May 1992 00:21:42 GMT Message-ID: References: <1992May20.105438.55739@cc.usu.edu> In article <1992May20.105438.55739@cc.usu.edu> slskq@cc.usu.edu writes: >|>"Can someone here teach me? I have silver", he says, touching the pouch >|>on his belt. "I'll earn more. I want to keep my job as a guard, as I have >|>my mother and younger sister to feed, but I will be dilligent. Please, >|>will someone aid me?" He sounds like a desperate beggar, pleading for a >|>meal that would mean the difference between survival and death. >|> > > Rhoan looks over at the uniformed young man and thinks to himself, *Why >do so many of the young seek death.* He then speaks, "Boy, I know something >of the sword and life by the sword. Sit down with me and we shall see if you >have what it takes." Rhoan motions to a table with two empty chairs. The young man smiles happily and joins Rhoan at the table. > > "Now tell me, what to you know about the sword and fighting?" "I have been taught the basics. The officers gave us some basic lessons, in thrusting, swinging, and such." "I.. I.. have my own weapon. My father's blade.", he shows Rhoan the worn scabbard, and draws an inch of the longsword out. The metal shines dreamily in the wan light, and though it is hard to tell how good the weapon is, it does seem to be of high quality. > > [ Rhoan ] Teondir +=-=-=+