From: djb6@ellis.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Karl [Vascondy] meets William
Message-ID: <1992Jun10.164822.27648@midway.uchicago.edu>
Date: 10 Jun 92 16:48:22 GMT

Karl shares his tent with another man: a farmer from Upper Hampshire named
Bofor.  Bofor is sleeping, and with every snore his big belly inflates 
like a mountain, then subsides.  Karl is fussing about his equipment, 
checking buckles, sharpening blades, mending minor tears in clothing.  He
does the same for the gear of his comrades.  Of all the various fighting
companies and armies tramping around the Vascondian countryside, William
of Tell's is outfitted the best.  "An old quartermaster's instinct," Karl
thinks to himself.

Someone clears his throat outside the tent.  Paying more attention to 
fletching some arrows, Karl responds, "Come."

"I... was told I could see you, Karl,"  The unkempt, bearded youth begins.

Karl does not look up.  "Mmm?  You see me now.  Go on."

"I'm William."  The young man pauses after this phrase and studies Karl's
face.  Karl does not seem to react, so William continues.  "The Younger.
I have a proposition for you."

Karl finishes an arrow and sets his knife aside for a moment, looking into
his guest's eyes.  "Do I know you?"

ADMIN:  Probably my last post of the season.  Well met, all, and I hope to
see you soon.  Andrew, Thomas, Daniel and others, it's been a pleasure.


-- 
Dennis Brennan
djb6@midway.uchicago.edu