Date: Wednesday, 23 Sep 1992 12:53:53 EDT
From: <BANNON@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Message-ID: <92267.125353BANNON@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Hazy lands at the Gardens
References:  <1992Sep22.192826.6986@iscsvax.uni.edu>

After a night of aerial acrobatics, mummifying a thug
in a bed curtain (his near victim swore to later
company that he had been saved by an angel), and a
morning of refreshing ricocheting among the air
currents out at sea, Hazy returned to the diplomatic
quarters.  She approached the main desk in the
reception area to inquire, "Excuse me, can you tell
me where I might find the wild woman, the man with
claws, the healer, the man of darkness, and the
man with the stick leg, and...well, you MUST know
who I mean?"  The man behind the desk raised a chunk
of brilliant turquoise hung on a chain around his neck
up to his forehead and then to his lips, where he kissed
it reverently, closing his eyes, "All praise to the blessed
and eternal Elahar where he sits at the fulcrum of the past
and the future, of all good and all evil (Hazy sighed) of
all that is real and all that is unreal..."  He suddenly
opened his eyes and said flatly, "They have left."  He
reached into a drawer to his right.  "I was told to show
this note to any members of the party lodged here that
might inquire after them."  Hazy took the note and opened
it.  She could get numbers pretty well so she understood
the 3:00 part but words were another thing.  She knew the
word "at" and that was a big clue.  She held the note out
so the gentleman behind the desk could see it, "What does
this bit here say, please?"  "It says, 'Splendid Gardens',"
he replied, obviously calling on Elahar to give him more
patience.  Hazy, oblivious to most human subtleties of
expression, handed the note back to him beaming, "Thank you!"
She turned and headed out the door, fading with every step
she took until she disappeared just as she stepped outside.
The man at the desk rolled his eyes upward and clasped his
hands together at his chest, "Glorious Elahar, let them never
return!"

Hazy did a high-flight reconnaisance of the city looking for
the most spectacular gardens the city had to offer.  She
flew over a huge plot of greenery traced through with gleaming
canals.  She circled lower for a closer look.  This had to
be the place.  Exotic birds flew to and fro, giant blossoms
scented the air and vines nearly obscured the garden walls.
She noticed a gazebo packed with a rather animated group
and correctly assumed it HAD to be her group.

"Hi everyone," she said as she landed and quickly shifted
to a light gray shade, "are we leaving yet?"

Hazy Drifter