Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: andsol@arcadien.owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
Subject: Kron: [Inn]: _It's_A_Wonderful_Life_ Revisited
Message-ID: <1992Jun10.165458.15025@rice.edu>
Keywords: Kron, Cheyenne, murder, frame, Great Mother
Date: Wed, 10 Jun 1992 16:54:58 GMT

Kron finishes his story.  For a moment, the inn is almost completely silent.

Then, a number of persons step forward to volunteer.  Colin Silvertree,
Highflyer, Fenris, Scar, Maleiu, of course Silken.....  many others express
their sympathies and bid Kron good fortune.  Tears blur Kron's vision again,
as he considers how truly fortunate he was on the day he first discovered
this inn.

"Friends!" he cries out.  "I cannot tell you how happy I am that so many of
you wish to help.  Any assistance you render is duly appreciated, the more
so because I can never truly repay you."

"Now -- to business."  He gestures the small group of heroes to a nearby
vacant table.  (Dragon's Inn Motto:  "Infinite Corners and Alien Brew/
There's Always a Table Here Waiting For You!")

Kron looks each in the eye.  "We can count on a few others to assist us.
I hear that my friend Tvarne is down at the docks, seeing to the repairs
of a certain boat.  We must get a message to the man, for I am certain he
would help.  Perhaps the captain of that ship, the *Morning Breeze*, would
also render us aid.  And of course, we must not forget ...sage.  If nothing
else, his name suggests that he might have useful information; he is a 
potent wizard besides.  But how to find him?  He is clearly not here; how 
can we seek a person whose very shape changes day to day?"

Littlefair, just wheeling a large keg across the floor, stops by the table.
"Sirs, did I hear you request after ...sage?  He left a box behind the
counter, and informed me that any messages would reach him if placed therein.
Just thought you'd like to know."

Kron smiles.  "Very good!  A teleporting magic, I'll warrant, if his last
artefact is any indicator.  Thank you, Innkeep.

"Now then -- we must not rush blindly into the Low City.  For those of you
unfamiliar with that rat's nest, it masquerades as a slum, but in truth it
is the home and hunting grounds of Generica's most concentrated evils.  It
has many eyes, and many teeth.  All who reside there guard it jealously;
I think we will have to be very cautious indeed.  Hence, before we rush in
blindly, we should seek a little information.

"Know this -- the woman I saw (Cheyenne: I am sure of it!) wears on her
person one of her earrings.  However, it is the wrong one!  THAT earring
is the one I picked up in the alley twenty-five years ago.  THIS one
(Kron tables a small gold star) I found not twenty minutes ago.

"The earring she wears is the one that has until recently resided in my
locket.  That locket was used to frame me for the murder of one of Generica's
crime lords -- Creft the Fence.  I'm sure you remember him, Scar.

"Whoever framed me, for reasons unknown, removed the earring from the locket.
It has somehow found its way back into the possession of my sister.  Friends,
I feel certain that if we can trace those who framed me, we can find my
beloved Cheyenne.

"So:  friend Maleiu, did you not say that you met a Low City dweller who
was very informative?  Perhaps we can trace this fellow and ask a few 
questions.  I would use my regular contacts, but whoever has set me up knows
a great deal about me: they might be watched.  Can you tell me anything that
might allow us to find this ruffian?"

-- 
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