From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Ga] Who, me? Message-ID: Date: 26 Sep 92 17:20:10 GMT References: <92270.014659344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU> 344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU (Mike Sander) writes: >Brent: "I've heard your and Littlefair's stories. Is there anyone else >I can talk to, at least as a judge of your character?" The drow considered his next step. He had been deftly and subtley answering the guard's questions, taking care not to reveal too much, yet revealing just enough to illustrate that he was not hiding anything. Yet this guard was hiding something. It was the way he carried himself, the way he was too quick to "bend the rules." Not that Zebron himself had anything against bending rules every now and then, but that's understandible, after all, he was... That's it. That's the connection. The dark elf now knew what the game was. What was the saying? It takes one to know one. "Sure, Brent, I have a few aquaintences you can speak to. There is a soldier down in the common room, Ixnaphior, but he just knows _of_ me, he could only vouch for me if you accepted rumors and hearsay as testimony. "There are a few people in the room behind you, as well. The woman named Khisanth probably knows me better than anyone in there, and I'm sure you could ask her some questions. "Like the one you have wanted to ask me all night. The one about Jaq Spayde." The drow was hoping he had guessed the next move in the game, and was trying to force Brent's hand. [ADMIN: Ball's in your court, Brent. Do we take the game inside, or continue it out here?] -jak ** Character background: you know I love it. **