From: alden@coos.dartmouth.edu (Laurie F. Alden)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Barmaid's Journal 17 - a day off?
Message-ID: <1992Oct1.204544.11199@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>
Date: 1 Oct 92 20:45:44 GMT


  When Serene took a short break and Mary Littlefair covered for her,
she walked over to where Luthor was sitting.  He was writing in
something that looked like a journal.  For a moment, he looked up and
saw her approaching.  A bright smile spread across his face.  He put
the journal and pen inside his BLACK cloak and stood.

  "Ah, Serene my lovely.  I am indeed happy to see that you have not
forgotten me after all of these months...er...um...well you know what I
mean,"  he said.  The difference in time streams made it difficult to
express what he meant.  

  Serene's grey eyes twinkled as she smiled.  "How could I forget such a
gentleman?  I have been wishing you safe times in the selfish hope of spending
a merry day or two with you."  The ponytail swung in an expression of
delight.

  "Well, when should we tour the city then?  I do admit that I have
been looking foreward to it and now that my business is done elsewhere,
I have a lot of free time." Then he remembered his meeting at dawn of
the next day.  "I have a meeting tomarrow, so why don't we do this
today?  We have enough time to see most of the sights before dark.  How
about it?"

  She looked eager.  "If you can assure Mary that you will remind me to
eat and drink plenty of water, I think she will be well pleased to see
me get out into the fresh air.  Let me help her finish up with the
breakfast crowd and then I will happily give you my day!"

  "Well then, that settles it.  I see that you are rather busy here, so
I will let you return to your work."  Luthor reached into his cloak and
pulled out a blue rose which he presented to Serene with a sweeping bow.

  She accepted the blossom with a faint blush and a graceful hand.  "I
thank you, Maker of Shadows."  Not many minutes later, the rose was plaited
into her free-falling hair as the Fog Dancer appeared wrapped in a soft
grey cloak at Luthor's side.  Her voice softer than her usual barmaid's
brass, she asked, "Are you ready?  The sights of the city beckon."
--
Ecclesiastes 3:8.5:  There is a time to fish and a time to cut bait.
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