Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: Re: [inv] Khisanth, Alaric prepare
Message-ID: <1992Jul29.171324.17076@ccd.harris.com>
References:  <1992Jul29.134133.5811@ulowell.ulowell.edu>
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 17:13:24 GMT


Khisanth orders a bottle of the light blue wine brought up to room 0x2a, taking a
rather large swallow when it arrives.

Alaric gathers together several small leatherbound books from his pack, sets them
aside, and produces some oil and a stone.  He produces a large blade and begins
to hone it. The center length of the blade is engraved in a delicate, flowing
script.

Khisanth searches through her belongings, and from an old worn pack produces an
old, midnight blue tome.  This she sets on a desk, and begins gently turning
pages.  The writing is of a strange style, beautiful and yet harsh.  She stops at
one page, and begins intently studying it.  Occasionally her brow furrows in
puzzlement as she stumbles across archaic phrases.

Alaric comes to stand behind her, and looks at the book.  After a few minutes, he
says:
	"That's rather dangerous."

   "I know."
	
	"Can you do it?"
   
   "I know not, but there may not be a choice."


Khisanth takes another sip of the wine, sits down on the bed, and sinks into
meditation.