Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1992 18:40:47 EDT
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Subject: [L] Luthor Gets a Note
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Littlefair looked outside the window to where the sun was both rising and
setting at the same time.  For a native of Generica, this was a normal event,
but it bothered some of his more exotic patrons.  They couldn't seem to
figure out why time was different for different people.  For him, it didn't
really matter.  As long as his customers paid for their rooms from time to
time, he was happy.  Besides, at last count, he had a margin of profit of
about 600%.  People kept paying him in gems and gold.  That was the kind
of business he liked.

Of course he had to deal with the occasional mob or monster, but some monsters
were his most faithful customers.  Again, he couldn't complain.  For the most
part they were good people. They might be a little strange and have an affinity
for dark corners, but they made life interesting.

Besides, the answer to all of this was simple: The Gods Must Be Crazy.

Littlefair looked over at Serene who was two months, twelve years, and 3 hours
pregnant.  He smiled to himself and finished doing the dishes.
-----

Luthor sat at the table with Mystfo/Josh who was still trying to sort things
out.  The door to the inn opened and through it came a young man in a gold and
green tabard.  The man scanned the room and then walked over to Luthor.

"Are you Luthor Anside?" he asked.

"Yes, that is what I am called," Luthor answered.  He stood to talk to the
youth who was about the same height as him.

"Then sir, I have this message for you.  Can you read?" he asked.  At first,
Luthor was a bit insulted, but then he realized that his question was honest
in a city like Generica with a literacy rate of about 40%.

"Yes, I can read...thank you." Luthor took the note and tipped the messenger
with a few gold coins.  The message read:

>"Luthor,
>     I have heard of your abilities and wish to propose a buisiness deal.
>I would like to talk it over with you somewhere private.  If you are
>interested, please leave a note with the Guild of Messengers.  They will
>contact me.  You may name the time and place for our first meeting as a
>show of my trust in your reputation.
>                                          All Here Bound In Truth,
>                                               -Draaken Rasp-"

The tone of the letter was business like, but it was the closing that caught
his eye.  "All Here Bound In Truth" was a saying of the Realms.  This made
him wonder for a moment.

Fortunately, the messenger was still standing there.  He even had a pad and
quill waiting, aparently expecting an immediate reply.  Luthor took the
writing impliments and wrote:

"Draaken Rasp,
     It is well to know that my reputation as a Shadow Mage and as a person
proceed me in such a manner.  I am willing to listen to your proposition as
I have nothing currently planned for my stay here in Generica.  I suggest
we meet somewhere quiet yet public so we may become aquaintances before
speaking of business.  I recommend a meeting in the Arcade of Unforgotten
Heroes at dawn tomarrow.
                                     All Here Bound In Truth,
                                         -Luthor Anside-"

     With this message in hand, the messenger left the Dragon's Inn just
before the arrival of Blade (the Really Nasty Creature).

     Love and Peace and All Here Bound In Fiction,
                 -The Dreamer-