From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Ga] Who, me? Message-ID: Date: 25 Sep 92 18:35:58 GMT There was something wrong. Something was out of place. What had he forgotten? Zebron Twilight scanned the room he and his friends were in. His emerald eyes slowly moved over every object, finally resting on the washbasin. "My spell! I had almost forgotten. I better turn it off," he exclaimed, rushing to the site of the scrying spell he and Kyleen used to contact Mardan earlier, before they were... interrupted. Dusk shuddered as the thought leapt from Drow to bird. "You heard that?" whispered the dark elf, "Normally my thoughts must be spoken aloud in order to be focused enough for you to hear. I really was worried about you though, maybe the fear sharpened my thoughts.... Anyway, let's shut this scrying pool down before..." "Before _that_ happens," Zebron says with disgust, noticing a figure talking to the barkeep about him. "Damn." The elf ends the spell and replaces the basin and pitcher on top of the dresser. He makes some pretense about finding the "little elf's room" and hurries out into the hall. Quickly, he steps into the darkened corner opposite their room. Darkened corner opposite their room? Right. Forgot this was the Dragon's Inn, after all. The figure calling himself Brent came up the steps and stopped at the door. Before he could knock, the drow put on his most ominous tone and said, "Why are you looking for me, Brent?" -jak