From: gdscott@matt.ksu.ksu.edu (Geoffrey D Scott)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Enter Glysten
Date: 10 Sep 1992 18:23:05 -0500
Message-ID: <18olcpINN1dk@matt.ksu.ksu.edu>

	He smells the stench of stale ale and human sweat as he approaches.
It is a common smell for such inns, but nevertheless he still finds it         
distasteful.  Yet, he must enter.  He enters quietly, with only a slight 
pause in the constant mumur of conversation.  He is garbbed in a light grey
cloak, and wears what appears to be Black Studded Leather Armour with several
bands of Ivory.  He pulls back his hood to reveal a pale complection, short
blond hair, and a set of piercieng grey eyes.  He is a mere 6'0, and of 
medium build.  Across his back he wears a sword. the hilt is of the purest
white ivory, and the scabboard is midnight ebony. An ancient scral is seen 
upon the scabboard.  Looking at him one knows that he is a solitary man.
He radiates calm, and a chilling coolness.  No emotion appears upon his 
face.  He sits at a table in the middle of the far wall, his back to the wall.
He orders 6 flagons of ale and a falgon of water.  when the drinks arrive
he sets the ale at the six empty seats around the table and take the water 
for himself.  He knows the others will come.  He does not know their names
he has never seen them, but as he was driven to come here, so will they be.
After all no small magic could force him to come. Powerful magic is at hand.
He knows, after all, he is Glysten.