From: mozart@altair.dartmouth.edu (Sting)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Cragin incorporated ... again!
Message-ID: <1992Oct5.132103.25188@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>
Date: 5 Oct 92 13:21:03 GMT

[ADMIN:  Sorry about the delay from the last posting; I have been away]
[for a while, and haven't had time to post.  This continues from the  ]
[most recent posting, in which Cragin was thrown through the ceiling. ]

The dust settles, and there is a long silence in which Cragin lies in a 
twisted heap on the floorboards.  At last, with a muted groan, he twitches
and rolls up onto his right arm, wincing in pain.  His left leg is clearly
broken at about mid-thigh, and his body is lacerated and abraded in countless
places.

He pulls himself painfully up to the nearest empty chair, and lifts himself
with only his arms into a semi-seated position.

"Sorry ... " he says to the other patrons at the table, "I..."  But he lapses
then into a fit of ragged coughs and cannot continue.  Most of the room
turns back to its business, and continues conversations as if nothing had
ever happened.

Cragin grasps a passer-by by the wrist and looks up into his startled face
imploringly.

"Please ... whe *cough* ... where is Littlefair?  And Serene?" he rasps.
"Help me..." and then with a tortured expression, he releases his grasp, and 
collapses onto the table unconscious.






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