From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Ga] Who, me? Message-ID: Date: 29 Sep 92 17:19:00 GMT References: <92272.012040344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU> In article , jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes... >344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU (Mike Sander) writes: > >"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. Garriot looks around from the window ad the two enter, and greets Brett when Zebron introduces him. "Welcome, friend," he says, "We all seem to be seeking answers around here." Introductions out of the way, Garriot returns to the subject of travel plans. "The way I see things, we should see if we can find a map of some sort, or someone who is knowledgeable about Haw...about our objective," he says, giving Zebron a glance which means, "Can he be trusted?" in any language. --Ben