Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: bfish@sequent.com (Brett Fishburne)
Subject: Captain [Nester's]: Wakes up to stew and Azzar
Message-ID: <1992Jul6.191934.25791@sequent.com>
Keywords: Captain Azzar "Save Kron"
Date: Mon, 6 Jul 92 19:19:34 GMT

ADMIN: So what is this thread called?  Do we need to have the "private
thread" moniker?  How about "[MF]" for "Mother Finders"?  "Geez, you can't
say a thing these days and people don't take it dirty..." (Steve Martin)
Perhaps "[KQ]" for "Kron Questors" as per Michael?

Just outside of conciousness, Captain heard and felt the world around him
as though he were wrapped in gauze.  He felt himself pulled up into a cart,
rolled God-only-knows-where, and placed in a soft bed.  He felt warmth
beside him and knew it to be Azzar.  He was amazed how acutely he sensed her
near to him.  Gradually, reality receded in the stillness of the room and
Captain slept.

The smell of stew crept up Captain's nose and tickled his brain until he
awoke and abruptly sat up.  Azzar was seated at a small table in the corner
of the room eating stew from a wood bowl as though she had never seen food
before.  He felt good after his sleep and the thought that Azzar had slept
with him made him feel even better.  The bed sheets were askew and Captain
briefly wondered if he had done anything untoward while sleeping.  On 
second thought, Captain decided, it didn't matter -- what's done is done and
if she didn't like it no amount of regret was going to make it any better.

Captain stood hopeing (sp?) that the creaking of the floor boards masked the 
cracking in his back.  Azzar looked up from her meal and flashed Captain a
smile saying, "'Morning sleepy, how about a nice meal?"  Slipping into the
chair beside her Captain served himself a bowl of stew and started to enjoy
the warmth it spread inside of him.  Captain relished the meal and the
sight of Azzar slightly touseled after her sleep.  All in all, things were
looking pretty good!

Though the meal was quite (both were too busy eating to talk of anything), as
Captain sopped the last of the stew out of his bowl with the remains of the
bread, he asked, "So, how did you come to be stabbed and have your clothes
torn so badly?"  Without waiting for an answer, Captian reached into his
pocket and withdrew a needle and some cotton thread.  Though this was
usually used to repair sails during a storm, he thought it might do the
trick.  "Why don't you slip out of that tunic while you tell the tale, and
I'll repair it as you weave the story," Captain said as he gestured to the
corner of the room which had a small privacy screen.  Wiping his mouth and
beard (:)) with the back of his hand, Captain waited for the garment.