Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: mgcaa@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu
Subject: Rowan [pub]: to those at her table
Message-ID: <1992Jun12.210949.29206@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu>
References: <708375516@globe05.cs.duke.edu>
Date: Fri, 12 Jun 1992 21:09:49 GMT

Cragin Speaks:

>"I leave the choice to you, fair bard," he says.

>"After all, t'is not my coarse tongue they're here to harken."  And with
>that,
>he takes a quick draught of ale, finishing the mug, and sits up, looking
>deeply into Rowan's eyes in patient expectation.

As Rowan meets his gaze she seems to become very still for a moment, as
if experiencingthe flicker of a memory.  Her head tilts almost
imperceptibly to one side and her eyes narrow ever so slightly; then she
deliberately breaks the gaze and looks away, her eyes settling upon
Scar.

"Well," she says, with an outlet of breath, "since Scar made the
request, I would like to play the song he spoke about:  The Moon's
Relflection.  But..." she says, addressing Scar himself, "that song
isn't of Dwarvish origin, is it?"    

She then turns back to Cragin, but whatever she believes she saw before
seems to be gone.  Realizing that she might seem to be staring, she
clears her throat.  "Do you....know -The Moon's Relection-?" she asks
him, gathering her wits to play.

At that point, Khisanth offers to buy drinks for the table.  Rowan
glances quickly at her.  "No, I have one, thank you."  And sure enough,
there is a half full glass before her which she has been nursing for
some time.  She turns back to Cragin.