From: c9e-al@danube.Berkeley.EDU (Chua Hak Lien) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Teondir: Out of the Inn Date: 22 May 1992 22:54:16 GMT Message-ID: References: <1992May21.184856.55797@cc.usu.edu> <1992May22.001122.55802@cc.usu.edu> In article <1992May22.001122.55802@cc.usu.edu> slskq@cc.usu.edu writes: [ Rhoan writes ] > > "You're doing fine lad. I think we can go out now and see exactly what >we must do." With that he gets up and head toward the door. "Aye, Master." Still carrying his sword, he walks out of the inn into the cool night air. "Begone, scum!", shouts one drunken patron. A local fisherman, by the looks ( and smell ) of it. He steps forward and throws the beer in his mug at Teondir, who can do nothing to avoid it and is drenched from head to toe. Then the fishmonger begins to laugh out loud, and those at his table join in. Turning his eyes to the ground, and never releasing hold of his sword, Teondir steps out with Rhoan in tow. His arms shiver, more because of the cold than of fatigue, but he does not utter one word of complaint. > ########## Rhoan Pathkeeper \ Teondir +=-=-=+