Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: jax@polyslo.csc.calpoly.edu (Jaxman)
Subject: Re: [Rowan] pub: to Cragin & Kalere
Message-ID: <1992Jun09.214015.14800@rat.csc.calpoly.edu>
Date: Tue, 09 Jun 92 21:40:15 GMT
References: <1992Jun8.223942.1707@dartvax.dartmouth.edu> <1992Jun9.011023.1094@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu> <1992Jun9.012401.2806@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu>
Keywords: rowan, ghostly, sorry

Rowan speaks:
>Rowan takes a sip of ale, still seeming a bit tense.  But she answers
>evenly, "It was given to me by the man who taught me how to play it.  A
>travelling bard named Danig.  He was very skilled."  
>
>She seems to suddenly remember her manners.  "Oh!  Cragin, this is
>Kalere."  She motions to the mage beside her.  
>
>After they make their introductions, she once more indicates Cragin's
>lute.  "How long have you played?" she asks him, curiously.  She studies
>his hands, as if looking for signs that they are the hands of a
>musician.
>

  Hearing the talk of music from his nearby seat at the bar, Scar seems to
 become interested and wanders over to the table.
  Upon reaching the table, he looks at the instruments and a seeming far away
 look falls upon his eyes.

  "I used to play once, although the mandolin was my instrument. Now, I have
   not the skill, nor the....physical adeptness to resume my craft." 
  He seems to look down at his hands, scars covering them, barely able to 
  flex his fingers or make a fist. He sighs and looks back up.

  "Would it be too much to ask for you two to play something for one who used
   to follow your craft? The memories are bittersweet, but potent naetheless."

---Scar