Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: rigler@uhifa.ifa.hawaii.edu (Michael Rigler)
Subject: Thk [in] pub [to] anyone [re] breakfast and out
Message-ID: <1992Jun9.100555.6124@news.Hawaii.Edu>
Date: Tue, 9 Jun 1992 10:05:55 GMT

Characters mentioned:  Thk, Azzar, Colin, Karmak, ...?

[ADMIN:  some time passes...]  	

Thk awakens early in the morning, when the first light of dawn comes 
streaming through his window.  There follows a brief moment of panic 
as he finds himself in unfamiliar surroundings, but then it all comes
back to him:  

He is lying on the soft rectangular platform which is apparently meant 
to serve as a pile of sleeping furs in this village.  He is in the 
upper level of an enormous hut of stone and stout timber, which houses
a varied collection of humanoid and not-so-humanoid entities.  A guest-
house of sorts.  And he is a guest.

The day is warm, and Thk has no difficulty stretching his reptilian limbs 
and plopping out of bed.  He realizes that he feels _much_ better than 
the night before, yet his head is still in a fog.  He knows he has must 
have had sort of past life which led him here--but it requires too much 
effort to put his finger on exactly what it was.  He clutches his head in 
confusion.

  "SSssthhazzak!  T-chpull ith reshillizith jarathnikull..."

  [TRANSLATION:  "Blast!  I need food and fresh air..."]

He peels off his seashell armor, which he foolishly slept in, and wraps
the bedclothes about himself, fashioning them into a robe and cinching
them with his belts and straps.  Then he clunks down the stairs and strides
into the main room of the Inn...

He spots Serene, and orders breakfast.  Very few patrons are in the main
room at this early hour, and he can find none of the humans or elves he
was sitting with the night before:  Colin, Azzar, Virgolt, Karmak...etc.

Serene brings him the raw squid he requested.  With one agile flick of his
long, sticky tongue, he neatly flicks the slimy mollusk down his gullet--
beak and all--and swallows it whole.  Breakfast of Champions!!!

   "FFFTtt!  Zanathria ift ibn ssuth nuth ffallifnita..."

   [TRANSLATION:  "While the others sleep.  I would see more of this 
    village..."]

He draws the bedclothes about him, and pulls over a flap to serve as a 
hood.  He shades his eyes and steps out the front door and into the 
sunlight.  Then he sees the City of Generica.

   "SSSSUUTHRUU!!!"      [<---name of the sea god]
----
rigler  ('Thk')