From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ...sage [returns to Inn]: very wet, looking for cloak
Message-ID: <1992Jun2.083556.1@economics.adelaide.edu.au>
Date: 1 Jun 92 23:05:56 GMT
References: <1992Jun1.165732.15375@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>

Outside the Inn, those near the door hear what seems to be the sound of a 
giant bucket being upended, accompanied by a wet thud. 
Some water makes its way under the door and then the door opens.
Supported as if by an almost invisible person, an extremely wet and disheveled
figure makes its way into the Inn.
Wet white hair hanging over a thin white face, with clothes as wet as if he
had been swimming in the sea, he is half-dragged, half-carried towards the
fire.
Finding a spare chair near the roaring hearth the figure slumps into a chair
and waves his hand.
The smokey apparation that accompanied him into the Inn seems to waver and 
then dissipate.
The figure then sighs deeply and, resting his head against the back of the
chair, says "did anyone get my cloak off the Morning Breeze?"

								...sage