Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: djb6@quads.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan) Subject: Re: Maud: wakes up, meets dwarf, wants breakfast Message-ID: <1992May21.035415.8147@midway.uchicago.edu> References: Date: Thu, 21 May 1992 03:54:15 GMT In article Ari.Huttunen@hut.fi (Ari Juhani Huttunen) writes: > >The mentioning of the word 'breakfast' brings Maud down the stairs like >lightning. At a window-side table he sees the dwarf he met at the evening, >or was it night. The nameless dwarf sits alone. "Hey, dwarf! May I sit >at your table?" Raising his eyes from the beer mug the dwarf nods. "Good, you're not from the Inquiry Board. For that matter, you're not a dwarf either," the dwarf begins. "I am Crunn, of the House of Morkaine, and if word of this misadventure ever gets back to my country I'll be the laughingstock of the Colony. Have you ever been in a dwarven underway? They're straight, they're clean, they're safe, and _they_go_where_they're_ _supposed_to_. Mine didn't. I thought I'd just shortcut my work by digging into the old Gap... [GENERICA TRIVIA: The Gap= an unused (?) tunnel between Glorshanned Keep and a garrison on the south side of the city, intended to transport supplies and soldiers in the event of siege. Se Ari's Generica notes for details] ... but I hooked when I should have sliced and ended up drilling my way into the back of a Sherry cask in the basement of this inn- confound it, human builders never keep records of all their cellaring! You do promise that not a word will slip of this to any dwarf of my house, yes?" With an upward glance intended to be endearing but ending up ridiculous on young Crunn's face, he implores his guest... ADMIN: Had to get this last dig in as I wrote the character, but I'm not going to write for him any more. He's all yours (and I hope he behaves.) -- Dennis Brennan djb6@midway.uchicago.edu