Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: rigler@uhifa.ifa.hawaii.edu (Michael Rigler)
Subject: Thk [in] pub [to] once the Shrouded One's table [re] everything
Message-ID: <1992Jun9.093223.27710@news.Hawaii.Edu>
Keywords: Summer, what a bummer....
Date: Tue, 9 Jun 1992 09:32:23 GMT

Characters involved/mentioned:  Shrouded One's Table (once), anyone

[ADMIN: Okay, I think things are slipping a bit here.  Banner came over to 
our table with a quest, then bailed out of the Inn for the Summer, with
Kryalla close on his heels.  That leaves Colin, Lady Azzar, Virgolt, Karmak,
Thk and associates sitting around slackjawed and somewhat disappointed.  I'm 
going to bend time a little, in order to (1) clean things up a bit, and 
(2) free up my character for some action.  Please join in if you are 
interested.  Here goes...]

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Throughout the long afternoon and evening following his "thawing", Thk 
has sat at the table surrounded by humans and elves, attempting to satisfy 
his hunger, and to a lesser extent, to follow the various conversations. 
His recovery has left him groggy, and his memories seem to dance just beyond
his reach -- like the remnants of a dream which fade upon awakening.  This
effect is most disconcerting, but Thk is not one to panic easily.  Some 
things cannot be forced.  Several days of rest might be required.

Besides, he has already made some progress:  He remembers his final struggle 
with Icefang (glorious victory!).  And he also vaguely remembers the face of 
that human who was dragged away by those others who wore the same insignia.  
The insignia seems to carry with it a mildly disturbing flavor.  Perhaps it 
were prudent that he avoid those who wear it, at least until he can recall 
its connotations...

But for now, he feels very safe.  Surely he is among friends, for why else
would the human female, Lady Azzar, and her companions, Colin, Virgolt and 
Karmak have restored him to health?  Yes, he is truly their debt.

As the hour grows late, Thk realizes that he is fading fast.  He will have
to sleep soon.  He can barely keep his eyes open as Banner completes his
tale of woe.  Through half-slitted eyes he sees the one named Colin draw
his katana and lay it on the table.  Then Banner and companions climb the
stairs...to sleep?  He dozes off.  When he re-opens his eyes, Kryalla is
gone.  He clears his throat and hisses in text-book common:

"SSsss...Lady Azzzar, I would thhank thee and thy companions for ffreeing
me from the ice, and fffor your hossspitality.  As I sssaid befffore, I am
in your debt.  I do not posssesss the disssks of metal -- coins -- with
which to barter for fffood in your village, but I will repay you sssome-
how..."

He rises, and the chair beneath him squeaks in its pleasure to be relieved 
of such bulk.

"I fffear my ordeal has leffft me sssomewhat drained.  I musst ressst.  If
you will all pleasse excusse me, I will return to the room I awoke in."

As he clunks away towards the stairs, he turns to add:

"Oh yesss...I will tell you of the defeat of Icefang tomorrow ifff you 
ssstill wishh to hear offf it..."

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rigler  ('Thk')      ---  more post coming up shortly...