Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: cam@mullet.gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon)
Subject: [inn] Bemoaning the loss of a clay ship
Message-ID: <1992Aug3.035219.28799@mullet.gu.uwa.edu.au>
Date: Mon, 3 Aug 1992 03:52:19 GMT

Admin: I am ignoring the [inv] thread at the moment. Either I am on 
a separate time warp whatsit, or am before or after it in time. We'll
see what happens.

William returns to the inn, trying to hide in his robes. There is a
slight smell of sulphur about him, and he has slightly burnt fingers.
He is not a happy man.

He returns to his table, still seemingly deserted by the other patrons,
and sits down to bury his head in his arms, exhausted.

On his way down however, he pauses. Struck by something on the table 
 . . . . something missing.   

"MY SHIP!" he screams, waking up the others who were still rousing themselves
from sleep anyway, "Which bastard stole my [yes he can swear] ship!".

He rises to his full height, and thunders around the inn."WHO Was it?"

If the inn went quiet for a little while, it probably dosen't last
that way for long. William screams wordlessly for a little longer,
but as Littlefair comes to shut him up,( or throw him out )he collapses
back in the chair, breathing heavily and sobbing into his sleeves.

It becomes clear, that he is not just drunk, that he is in fact 
_extremely_ disturbed by the loss of the ship. He cries continuously
for a long time.

Admin: If anyone wants to come and try to help him, he'll tell a story.
Anytakers?

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-- 
Cameron Neylon  cam@gu.uwa.edu.au
I can't think of anything witty enough that people 
would really want to see it time after time after . .