From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: A note is sent. Message-ID: Date: 21 Sep 92 20:09:09 GMT References: <1992Sep21.174147.4116@oswego.Oswego.EDU> <1992Sep21.181023.4617@oswego.Oswego.EDU> scheider@Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich) writes: >In article <1992Sep21.174147.4116@oswego.Oswego.EDU> mccall@oswego.Oswego.edu () writes: >> >> Kyleen, >> >> Violence may follow the dark elf, If I may be of assistance, >> you need but ask. >> >> Mardan. >> >Kyleen looks at the note and hands it to Zebron. Speaking in Elven, the >language of default she slips into when agitated, she asks him "canst thou >read this language?" "Aye, I can read it well enough." >After he either a)responds in the positive and reads the note; or b)responds >in the negative and she reads it to him; or c)looks at her as if she is >speaking in ancient gobbledegook, she repeats the question in common, and >either situation a or b occurs: Kyleen frown and says (in common, with heroic >effort) "I do not know how he got this note here, but I am sure he means well. >Unfortunately, even if the door is not warded to keep in, it most definately >would not me in if I left to speak with him. Is there any way you could >use your sorcery to get a return note to him?" "Well, then it is a good thing Dusk is outside. I'll just contact him and... wait a minute. The bird fell asleep! No doubt traveling with Khisanth about now. Hmmm.... Now comes the tricky part. Coming up with a way to....!" The Drow looks around the room, seeing what could be used. Bed, no. Can't chance disturbing the dream sleep. How could I forget that the bird LOVES to adventure on the mindscape?! Damn avian should have bonded to a psychic. Dresser, washbasin, pitcher.....hello! The elf takes the basin and the pitcher of water and sets them before Kyleen. He then pours some water into the basin, and starts to chant. Reaching into the sash around his waist, he pulls out a fine green powder and sprinkles it onto the surface of the water. A view of the door to their room appears. There is Dusk, sleeping soundly on his comfortable perch. "Just checking," he explains, "to see if the spell works and if the raven's safe." The view shifts to the common room of the inn, its many tables, corners, occupants, hooded/cloaked patrons, etc. "Which one is Mardan?" the dark elf inquires, still conversing in elvish to make life a little easier for Kyleen. "Optimistic fellow, though. Violence _may_ follow the dark elf? Anyway, just speak into the wash basin. The three of us should be able to communicate. "Oh, and could you ask him to guard Dusk? I mean, if anything should happen to the little fella..." -jak ** Zebron "MacGyver" Twilight, Silver Swiss-Army Knife of Eilistraee **