From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] Surprisingly Back at the Drift Inn...
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:17:40 GMT
Message-ID: <195ne4INNkm5@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu>



[ADMIN: proxy-posted for: 
        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

    A very tired looking old man stumbled through the the door to the  Drift 
 Inn.  There was really nothing peculiar about this man who seemed to be  in 
 his  early forties or late thirties, save his hair.  His hair was an  ivory 
 white  in color with the hair just above the forehead being that  of  ebony 
 black; it all being shoulder length.
 
    Aglarond  Duinmaren Rhunen III was this man's name, although the  people 
 who he had recently hired did not have a clue to this.  He staggered up  to 
 the bar and waited for some one to come to serve him.
 
    "What  can  I  do  fer you?" came the voice  of  Splunk  the  vertically 
 challenged barkeep.  
 
    "You  really  should  get a bigger stool to stand on,  my  fine  friend. 
 Otherwise, if you ever happen to startle me, you might just be a few inches 
 shorter  than  you already are, when I'm done with you." Aglarond  did  not 
 look pleased from getting startled.
 
    "Err...  how  about some ale?" Splunk was hoping this would  please  the 
 zealous gentlemen.
 
    "Never.  Just get me some tea if you have any or water if you don't  and 
 call  us  even."  Aglarond went and sat down at a  nearby  table,  put  his 
 fingers to his temples, and began to rest.
 
    <I had better stop checking up on those two so much. The distance travel 
 is  beginning to put a strain on me.  But, then again,  those  feebleminded 
 T-croc  fodder  couldn't  find their way out of a  room  with  ten  readily 
 accessible  exits.>  Aglarond looked up to see that Gurney had brought  his 
 drink.  It could be tea, or it could be the water.  One could never know in 
 a place like this.
 
    When Aglarond noticed that Gurney hadn't left, and seemed to be  waiting 
 for a tip, he almost drew his sword.  Then, judging by the size of  Gurney, 
 he decided it was better to give her a shekel and get some rest.
 
    <Tommorow,>  Aglarond mused, <I will have to go back to the library  and 
 pick  up  that  scroll  which some nice  gentleman  met  his  untimely  end 
 retreiving  for  me.  Then, I can try to decipher exactly  where  the  Iron 
 Flask is located.>
 
    <And  with the plantation being mine... No one will ask questions of  me 
 when I start to dig up the surface.>  Aglarond began to chuckle as if  from 
 some unheard joke.  This did not please the people sitting around him.
 

It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.
It is by the juice of Safu
that the thoughts aquire speed
the lips aquire stains
the stains become a warning.
It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.    - Mentat Piter De Vries