From: andsol@arcadien.owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Sgt. Kron [leaving inn]: Damn The Torpedoes!
Keywords: Dougl,Kron,Karl,Rhoan,Tvarne
Message-ID: <1992May25.053216.14422@rice.edu>
Date: 25 May 1992 05:32:16 GMT
References: <1992May25.012858.11344@midway.uchicago.edu> <1992May25.035848.28771@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>

Characters involved: Kron, Karl, Dougl, Rhoan, Tvarne

Kron and Karl chat briefly.  Suddenly, their talk is cut short -- a breathless
woodsman, one Rhoan by name, interrupts: "Karl, slavers have grabbed your
apprentice in the Plaza!  Sergeant, call out the guard and meet me at the
docks."  Karl's face goes white, then black in rage and fear.

Rhoan makes a fast exit.  Kron notices that his erstwhile dining companion
Tvarne has followed the Axeman out the door.  Karl stumbles for the door as
well, crying, "Slavers? Oh, gods! The Rameshanders!  They were just here!"
He charges for the exit and emerges onto the Plaza of Glittering Steel.  He
makes as if to run off west down Dragon's Lane, but Kron brings him up short:
"Hold, Karl!  This running is all well and good for those two youngsters, but
us gentlemen of years must use brains AND brawn to catch the culprits. 
Consider:  they are making for the docks, yes?  But to what purpose?  Surely 
they do not plan to be able to sail within a minute of arrival at their boat,
if they even have such a vessel at their immediate disposal?  They will be
trying to reach a haven, a temporary hidey-hole.  And you know what that 
means -- the Low City!  Come, we will head south down the Arcade of
Unforgotten Heroes toward that snake pit.  If they are truly aiming for the
Low City, we will have a better chance of catching them before they disappear
into the labyrinth of alleys.  If not, we can rendezvous with our fellows at
the waterfront.  Come along, friend -- I will help you, if need be."

And with that, Kron sets a brisk pace southward, hoping that he will find
a watchman along the way to send for reinforcements.......


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