Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: andsol@elf.owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
Subject: Kron: [Inn]: Son, We Gotta Talk About Your Timing
Message-ID: <1992Jun1.222606.2914@rice.edu>
Keywords: Kron, Panarchus, frame, murder
Date: Mon, 1 Jun 1992 22:26:06 GMT

Kron takes his time coming back from Teondir's house.  He stops by his own
cramped apartment and changes into street clothes; his guardsman's uniform
was pretty dirty and charred after his busy day.  He gets a wash and a 
shave while he's at it.

Kron considers taking a nap, but decides that's silly.  After all, by now
all the rescuers should be back at the Inn, and surely SOMEBODY will be
buying drinks for the brave heroes!  'Strike while the iron is hot', as
Kron's good friend Throcken invariably says.  He steps out onto the
street and makes his way towards the Inn.

Kron reflects on his good fortune.  What a happy accident, to have stumbled
upon this place after all his years in the city!  Perhaps now that he is
in civvies, some of the adventurer-types will be willing to tell him a
story or two about their exploits.  Kron opens the door and enters the
Dragon's Inn.

Remarkably, the crowd is unusually subdued.  There is also a strangely high
concentration of other guardsmen near the doorway.  "At ease, men," Kron
says.  They stare stonily back at him.  He is about to reprimand them for
insubordination, when he spots Panarchus talking to Karl at the bar.
Panarchus spots him too, and a gleam enters his eye.

Kron scratches his head.  "Would somebody please tell me what's going on?...."

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