From: andsol@arcadien.owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ENTER Sgt. Kron: TO SERVE AND PROTECT
Message-ID: <1992May22.233850.4123@rice.edu>
Date: 22 May 92 23:38:50 GMT

Atmospheric conditions in Generica seem to change on a moment's notice.  A
few moments ago it was a blustery but clear dawn in the City of Fountains;
now, oddly, it was raining.

Sergeant T. E. Kron, Sergeant of the Watch, pulled up his greatcoat against
the wet and ducked from doorway to doorway, seeking a more permanent shelter.
This was NOT the optimal end to a workday.  The graveyard shift of watch
duty in Generica is never easy; tonight Kron had caught two catburglars, 
put out a small fire, scared away some vicious beast, and fended off attacks
from a largish gang of ruffians.  He had also, reluctantly, killed a man.
Kron was a professional policeman, and did his job well, but he was no
murderer.  The killing made the day the worst in a long time.

Now, it was raining.  Perfect.  A man gives 25 years of his life, his entire
youth really, protecting the good and honest people of the city of his birth
from the scum that populated places seem to breed ..... you'd think the
elements would cooperate once in a while.  Not this morning.

Squinting through the sheets of rain, Kron saw bright lights burning through
the windows of an establishment across the square.  Cheerful music and
laughter seeped past its closed doors.  'An all-night tavern?  Must be 
new,' thought Kron.  'Come to think, a good mulled wine would go down
well right now.'  And human companionship would go even better.  Kron 
dashed through the rain and opened the doors of the Dragon's Inn.

Generica is a cosmpolitan town.  Every creature, good or evil, has been
spotted at one time or another within her walls.  Kron had met many of them.
But he had NEVER seen such an unlikely collection of patrons as in the
main room of the tavern.  Minotaurs, pixies, flinds, the highest 
concentration of Drow he had ever seen ..... Kron wondered at the variance
in the bill of fare.  Stranger still were the people!  Lots of black and
leather, hulking behemoths, beautiful and dangerous women -- Kron smiled.
'Adventurers!'  The Watch and adventurers historically do not get along
well, but Kron had always harbored a sneaking admiration for those who
travelled the world in search of fame and fortune.  'Perhaps there are
tales to be heard.  Or told.' thought Kron, and headed for the bar.

-- 
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