From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Ga] Who, me? Message-ID: Date: 28 Sep 92 14:29:38 GMT References: <92272.012040344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU> 344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU (Mike Sander) writes: >>"Like the one you have wanted to ask me all night. The one about Jaq Spayde." >Brent's expression was blank until after a moment of thought, where it >turned to a knowing smile. To his knowledge, only the victims themselves, >"select" members of the Guard, equally "select" members of the Thieves' >Guild, and of course Jaq himself knew anything of worth about the >mysterious Jaq Spayde. It didn't take a lot of logic to disconnect Zebron >with either of the first two sources. > A thief then, as any connections to Jaq could only be considered >ludicrous right now. At least not until he gained some proof, since he >knew Zebron's bringing the subject up first would wield more useful >information than actually going through the question and answer process. >Still, the entire exchange had been a generally pleasing sign. >Brent: "Me? Not as much --it's my employers that are more interested in >him. And although I somehow doubt anyone in there knows more about Jaq than >you, it would be best to question them as well. So, lead on..." >Zebron nodded, opened the door, and prepared to make the introductions. "You really should learn to hide your thoughts from someone who can read them, especially when you keep company with thieves," the dark elf states cryptically as he opens the door. Upon entering, he introduces Brent as "a gentleman interested in obtaining some answers" to the companions. Looking at Khisanth lying on the bed, the drow turns to Kyleen and asks in an odd elven tounge (understandable, but you just can't place the accent), "What did she do? Did she enter another's dreams again?" He motions for Brent to take a chair. "Might as well sit down until she wakes," he says, slipping easily into the common trade language, "This could take a while," the elf explains, taking a chair himself, Dusk flying off only to land on the headboard of the bed. -jak