From: estewar1@husc9.harvard.edu (Eric Stewart)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: At the Inn, broken tables, spilled drinks.
Message-ID: <1992May29.205111.12738@husc3.harvard.edu>
Date: 30 May 92 00:51:09 GMT

Characters involved: Rux (mopboy), Kron (guardsman), Cliff and Norm
                     (regulars).

>One such portal-less entry occurs just above the table of two regulars,
>named Cliff and Norm.  Two extremely scorched and disheveled guardsmen,
>one unconscious, the other bewildered, drop onto the table, crushing
>it flat beneath them. "..............ork.....Ow!" says the guard who
>is conscious.  He gets up and looks about him, brushes himself off, and
>says to his senseless comrade, "Er.....on second thought, forget the bad
>news."  Turning to Cliff and Norm, he says, "Let me buy you two a couple
>new drinks, friends -- in a moment."

'Rux the mopboy, sitting on the stairs up to the rooms above, was eating
his dinner, (stew with fresh carrots!), which had kindly been brought to 
him by Serene.  Unfortunately, the sound of things breaking evoked a long-
drilled Pavlovian response in Rux, and he jumped up and ran for his mop.

Arriving at what looked like a pile of broken wood, spilled drinks and
spralled watchmen, he at first thought there had been a brawl (Certainly
not in THIS Inn!)  between two watchmen?  The two who had apparently been
seated at the table, a heavy-set guy who had somehow managed to save his
beer, and a man in the uniform of the Royal Courier Service didn't seem
to be particulary bothered by the occurance, so it probably hadn't been a
brawl.  Well, it was probably some magic-user teleporting people into tables
again. *sigh*.

One drink had hit the floor, and there was the shattered table as well...
He began to pile the pieces of former table in a clean spot on the floor,
So he could start on the mess.  The conscious watchman was bellowing for a
medic, and looking for somewhere to set his comrade.  Rux decided to stay
out of the way while cleaning this up... The prone watchman looked pretty
bad, and Rux had a hard time imagining having that done to _him_, and shuddered.

Well, there was work to do, and this job would take a bit of time.  He bent
to his mop.


                                           Rux, the mopboy