Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Message-ID: <0eOnp7i00Voj0GJIIv@andrew.cmu.edu> Date: Mon, 20 Jul 1992 18:25:11 -0400 From: John Charles Fiala Subject: Delena gets settled in. Time has passed, and most of Delena's former tablemates have left, except for Felix, who asks if she has a quest that needs others to join. Delena smiles, and sips her water. "Well, there is something I need to be looking for, but there isn't much of a time-restraint... I'm not able to leave this world because I 'can't', not because I shouldn't. Ah, well. The details are.. unimportant. As for what I'm looking for, that, in itself, can wait." >Felix looks at the glass of water in front of Delena and shudders. >"Are you drinking that stuff because you like it, or have you taken a vow?" Delena giggles, getting up, leaving a tip on the table next to her food. "I like it, silly. Now, for a room." She goes back, and talks with the landlord, working out a satisfactory price for both of them, and going up into the rooms part of the inn with her bags. Pushing open the door to her room, she rushed forward with the weight of her bags, and dumped them all on her bed, whewing. "Well... I certainly haven't started travelling light in all this time. Lets see..." Delena started unpacking a bit, moving her stuff around the room. "Looks like I might be around for quite awhile... might as well get comfy. At least I don't have to worry about money." She took care of her armor, and got into her city clothes, hoping the fasions wouldn't be too far off. She got into a pair of dark-colored trousers under a long blouse, such that the bottom of the blouse looked like a very short skirt. She put a brass-ring belt about her midriff, and draped a necklace with a small locket around her neck, fixing a dagger to her belt, just in case. Looking at herself in her mirror, she smiled. "Quite nice." Finishing up, she set up some simple wards about her stuff, locked the room, and went downstairs. Now she felt like she had truely arrived. ADMIN: Sorry for the delay.. RL had me by the throat. -john "No cat out of its first fur was ever deceived by appearances, unlike humans, who seems to enjoy it." jf2z+@andrew.cmu.edu -The Last Unicorn