Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: HADCDJAM@admin.uh.edu (MILLER, JIMMY A)
Subject: Enter, Stage right, another character...
Message-ID: <1992May26.173045.14622@menudo.uh.edu>
Date: Tue, 26 May 1992 17:30:45 GMT


  The door to the inn creaked open and then closed as another customer
entered.  He was tall and dark, quite obviously half-elf, but favoring the
human side.  He wore greens and blues, the clothing of good quality but
not flashy.  His boots were of black leather and reached to his knees.  He
was craggily handsome (unusual in a half-elf-the craggy part, not the hand-
some) and had an air of quiet competence.  There was no armor in evidence 
beyond forearm bracers of a peculiar blue metal.  A silver cloak clasp bore
the likeness of a unicorn, marking the man as a worshipper of Mielikki, 
Goddess of the wood, and as a Ranger.
  Oddly, the man bore two swords.  One, at his left hip, was a cross-hilted
longsword with a massive dark gem set in the hilts.  The other, worn over his
right shoulder, had an unusually long grip and and odd curve.  A dagger on the
right hip completed the list of apparent weaponry.
  He slapped off the dust of the road and approached the bar.
  "What can I do for you sir?"
  "I'll need a room and stabling for my horse."
  "Of course, sir.  What name shall I put it under?"
  "Colin Silvertree.  I'd also like a meal and some brandy."
  The innkeep raised an eyebrow at the "brandy", an uncommon choice at the 
Dragon's Inn, but did not comment upon it.  "Certainly.  The room will be..."
  Colin waved the innkeeper's comment off.  He reached into a belt pouch and 
placed a single platinum piece on bar.  The keeper's eyes widened in surprise.
  "Just tell me when I've used that up."  
  The innkeep blinked.  "Yes, sir."
  Colin then turned and made his way to a table to wait on his meal and drink.
The patrons here seemed a lively enough sort.  He could use a little revelry
after his long days on the road.  Yes, some company might well be aprreciated.
In fact, it seemed someone was approaching his table already...