From: andrea@cm.deakin.OZ.AU (Andrea Todkill)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Kadrys smells trouble ahead for Zia
Message-ID: <3396@sol.deakin.OZ.AU>
Date: 23 Jun 92 04:49:02 GMT

Kadrys frowns irritably as Murrell walks in, glancing at the sword he carries,
and thinking 'I wish fighters would learn to clean their weapons properly.
What with constant traces like that, and that strong scent yesterday from the
upstairs rooms, it doesn't make it any easier to keep my mind off the topic.'

He turns his attention back to Zia, who uncharacteristically starts to speak.
Sadly she relates a vivid array of poignant scenes from what is obviously a
varied life. When the tide of reminiscences runs dry, she samples her soup
and chokes slightly before she starts coughing madly. She pulls out a garishly
coloured handkerchief and coughs into it for a minute before staring at the
pattern and laughing.
Instantly, Kadrys leans toward Zia, grabbing her wrist hard to snap her out of
her laughter. Unlike Zia he does not spare a glance at the telltale signs her
kerchief displays. He knows that scent far too well to ever be mistaken. He
stares at Zia's face, seeing her weariness in a new and ominous light.
"Bloodlung." he whispers, aghast. "You _must_ see a Healer!" He tears his eyes
away from her face and gazes frantically round the Inn, searching for help.