Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: rigler@galileo.ifa.hawaii.edu (Michael Rigler)
Subject: THK [to] all in pub [re] enters the main room
Message-ID: <1992May30.213457.10165@news.Hawaii.Edu>
References: <1992May30.200756.20472@midway.uchicago.edu>
Date: Sat, 30 May 1992 21:34:57 GMT

Characters involved:  Thk, Kryalla, Azzar, Colin, Virgolt, Karmak,
                      any inn patrons who happen to notice.

Thk descends the staircase with a thumping tread, his various trinkets 
clinking together noisily.  He appears to be completely, 100% healed
(even the scratches and frosbitten patches are gone, having been replaced 
by the perfect pattern of tiny green scales).  

At the bottom stair, he pauses to scan the room and its insane variety 
of occupants.  His multi-lidded eyes blink several times.  His nostrils
flare, drinking in the rich (and gamey) scents.  He has left his helmet
upstairs, and you can see his finely tattooed skull-ridges twitching
in puzzlement.

He speaks gibberish: "Sss! Th-kar rathskathath thkaz thput..."

Kryalla, The Shrouded One, translates for those at her table: 
"I am dead!  And the Gods have mistakenly sent me to the wrong Spirit 
World!  Hah-hah-hah!!!"

Thk's head tilts, as his keen ears hear his words being translated into
the common trade language of Generica.  He approaches the Shrouded One's
table with a confident, though somewhat clumsy, gait...

Nearing the table, he addresses Kryalla in the common tongue, but in a 
hoarse, hissed whisper that sounds strange: "sss...I would eat fishhhh.."

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Thk  (aka Rigler)
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