Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: Lifilis Kloote enters the Inn
Message-ID: <1992Sep14.004726.19631@rhrk.uni-kl.de>
Date: Mon, 14 Sep 1992 00:47:26 GMT

Characters Mentioned: Everybody present in the main room of the Dragons Inn
(minus the more silent ones)

  Kadrys has just disappeared from this plane, the other Dragon Questors are
in their rooms, Alfvaen, Little Rat, and Delmara have gone.  But there is still
a lot of activity in the Dragons Inn.  Zebron Twilight the drow has come back,
Dusk the raven accompanying him, and Serene the barmaid shows him the chair
that has been saved for him and points to the hook at the wall where his cloak
is still hanging.  He seems to have new one now...

  Doctor Panacea and Prill have joined Cathal at his reserved table, Glysten
is waiting for his six yet-unknown companions, Kyleen and Bashar Mardan are
introducing themselves, the slightly translucent Kraska materialized above a
table, and Miscrir the Fire Elemental Mage is fuming at the bar.

  Then there are all the more silent ones sitting lonely at the bar or at
tables: The Jolly Roger, Corporal Dwain Delaney, Farquahr the Inconspicuous,
the man in skins with the pale yellow eyes, and some others that were silent
for an even longer time.

  And another one opens the door and comes in: your first impression is that
this human thinks he is better than you.  He is very tall and thin, and when
you look in his face as he speaks to you, you see primarily his nostrils.
(That's also true if you are taller than him.)  He may be fifty years old,
and he wears clothes that make him look rich.  He makes you think of those
hundreds of sea snails necessary to dye his purple cloak and shirt.

  The newcomer arrogantly glances at the room, then paces to the bar.  He
gives Miscrir a short stare along his wrinkled nose - he obviously resents
the smoke - and addresses Rowan Littlefair, raising his voice slightly above
normal, as if to make sure everybody hears him.

  "My name is *Lifilis Kloote*.  Can you give me a room?"
  The innkeeper nods, pursing his lips, and Kloote, after realizing that
nobody seems to have heard his name before (really nobody? that one looked
directly at him just now...) throws him a jewel.  "That should suffice for
some days.  Before retiring, I want to dine.  Do you have a menu?"
  "Nobody wanted one till now.  Say what you want, we'll see if we have it."
  "I see.  I should have gone to Nesters Inn.  Well, now I'm here.  Bring me
asparagus soup, salmon, then roast veal with princess beans and wild rice.
And a cognac."
  Littlefair is a bit taken aback.  What a combination!  "Mary!  Do we have
wild rice?"  "Oh yes.  It's not much, for three persons perhaps."  The inn-
keeper gives Kloote the key to his room and adds, "Your menu will be delivered
shortly."

  Kloote has been studying the noteboard and found Garriot's note:

                   WANTED: A mage, cleric, or other worker
                   of magicks capable of aiding in the
                   recovery of lost memories.  Respond here.

  "Recovery of lost memories?  Lost persons I could recover..."  He turns
around and scans the room for an empty table, then takes a seat where the
Dragon Questors sat a few moments ago.

  It seems that the Mysty Mountains are too far away for my reputation to
reach this place, he thinks.

Lifilis Kloote, conjurer and artist.