Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: HADCRJAM@admin.uh.edu (MILLER, JIMMY A.)
Subject: Colin and Azzar find Thk, deal with Guardsmen
Message-ID: <1992Jun11.173648.4074@menudo.uh.edu>
Date: Thu, 11 Jun 1992 17:36:48 GMT

Near the Bazzar.
Characters:  Colin, Azzar, Thk, Tharmak, Loe


  Colin and Azzar stride purposefully towards the docks.

  "I simply cannot believe Banner's party vanished like that.  It is very
strange."

  "I agree," replies Colin.  "But I have learned the hard way that the affairs
of the gods rarely seem to make any sense to the rest of us.  By the way,
there's something I've been wanting to ask you..."

  "What is that?"

  "Well," says Colin with a tinge of embarrasment, "Might I ask about that
tattoo of yours?  I mean where you got it and does it indeed cover your 
*entire* body?"

  Azzar smiles at the Ranger's discomfiture.  "Well," she begins with a bit
of mischief, "I was--"

  At that moment, a great commotion burst out in the direction of the Bazzaar,
which the two were drawing near.  The two exchanged glances, and without 
another word, broke out into a run.

  That same moment, Thk and party came boiling out of their alleyway, and 
turned to the right, hoping to reach the next street corner and begin 
obfuscating their trail.  They pounded to the corner, turned it, and...

  WHAP!!  Collided head-on with their erstwhile rescuers!  Passerby scattered,
guards shouted in pursuit, dogs barked, Azzar cursed in most unlady-like 
fashion, Karmak groaned, Loe growled, Thk hissed, and Colin groggily wondered 
if it was too late to use diplomacy...



"Sometimes the products of defecation do hit the rotating blades..."
--me

Colin Silvertree
Jim Miller