From: jek@duke.cs.duke.edu (James E. Kittock)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [In and around pub] A Crier & new character
Message-ID: <708375516@globe05.cs.duke.edu>
Date: 12 Jun 92 18:58:38 GMT


Just before the bards begin their music, those in the
pub hear the bell and voice of a town crier wafting
through the door, adverstising a little bit of this and
a little bit of that...

<ding ding>
  "...newly arrived from the distant reaches of the
desert land of Alakazzar, a caravan, bearing rare
spices, herbs, stones, ointments, ungeunts, cloths,
pelts, oddities and other marvels of the Sandy
Wastes..."

<ding ding> 
  "...Mr. Bolodoreus Lampblack is pleased to announce
the opening of his new shop, The Musty Burrow,
featuring the finest in pipes, tobaccos, exotic weeds,
and other smoking paraphanelia... just a block from
the Low City on Gryphon Street..."

<ding ding>
  "...ship arrivals for the next ten days include the
Moonlight Skipper, of No Particular Port, the Hartspeed,
from the distant land of Albion, *cough* *cough* *harumph*
*ack*..."

The crying suddenly ends in a fit of coughing, and a
tall, gaunt man sheepishly enters the famed Dragons
Inn.  His pointed beak of a nose and ungainly movements
are made all the more amusing by his faux finery-- his
clothes all the latest styles of the mercantile
population of Generica, but made from (as any
discerning eye can readily appraise) inferior
materials.  The crier tentatively walks up to the bar,
somewhat amazed by the bizarre assortment of, well,
mostly people at least, in the Inn.  In a hoarse voice
he asks "Somethink easy on my throat, please," and
removes his sea-green satin cap-- the fashionable kind,
with three points on top.
-- 
James Kittock   --   Duke class of 1992    --    Computer Science/Mathematics 
jek@cs.duke.edu | mcnc!duke!jek | PO Box 5750, Duke Station, Durham, NC 27706
Future graduate student in Computer Science,  Stanford University, Autumn '92