From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Mysterious Appearance: NEW CHAR...
Message-ID: <jpesonen.50@viikki.Helsinki.FI>
Date: 28 Sep 92 11:34:02 GMT
References: <jpesonen.49@viikki.Helsinki.FI> <1992Sep25.191023.3153@organpipe.uug.arizona.edu>



	The bartender delivered a mug of ale and a small cup of some sticky 
sustance. Darkhaired man turned his face from The Examiner, looked at the 
man behind the counter and says,"Xqz me, Bat Mi Curren'z ratin exclement 
zip. Nada pesos. Bara deze...". He reaches his pocket under his robe 
revealing dark embroided trousers and a short coat. Man puts his hand on the 
counter and opens it. On the hand rests three thumb sized emeralds, clear 
and blue.
	Bartender, known for his honesty (ADMIN:Isn't he?!?), takes only 
one, and without a word gives the man his change. 
	Now the Homonculus on the mans shoulder goes wild again, and jumps 
to the cup. It dips its finger into it, and tastes the sustance. Its face 
glares with joy, as it begins to drink. "Pure mountain oil, master", it 
says, and continues.

	Red-eye nods, takes his mug and turns to Jake. After taking a sip, 
he extends his hand. "Xqz me fer mai rudenezz, Mei I introduce mine bumble 
biink. Kirkil Uaiz, Lots Travilyer of The Plains. Mai eductzion for Arcmage, 
Heed off the School off Mistirious Arts off Cerdrylann."
	Everyone near notices the fatigue, which Kirkil is trying to hide. 
His speech is very quiet, though the words are quite clear. His speech has 
become more understandable all the time, amazingly much better. As Jake The 
Examiner shakes Kirkils hand, he finds the grip cold but quite stong.
	"B'for I cun stori mine spell, I mach heer moust, Yuu sea?!"

	Jozma  :-)
    JPESONEN@viikki.helsinki.fi  ///
                                ///   "Is all that we see or seem,
    There are realities        ///     But a Dream within a Dream?"
    Within realities, but     ///      Edgar Allan Poe
                     THERE ARE NO ABSOLUTES



