From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: Another slim, dark stranger... Message-ID: Date: 13 Oct 92 14:32:22 GMT References: <1992Oct12.182043.3100@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes: [Drow female enters bar, covers sigils, orders drink] > Quickly she downs the drink and hands the glass back to him. She then >turns with the exaggerated air of one who is nearly drunk and moves to an >unoccupied corner of the room, sets her back to the wall, draws her knees >up to her chin, and begins to cry. Indigo, from his tank against the wall (between three corners), spins around to face the dark elven female. He once again resurfaces, his long fish tail supporting his torso. He uses his arms to rest at the edge of his tank, and pauses momentarily to run his fingers through his hair, getting it out of his purple eyes. "M'lady," the merman addresses the drow, "take it from one who knows, salt water is fit for a fish, not a maiden, unless the maiden be half fish herself. So dry your eyes, and tell us," gesturing to the motley assortment of patrons in the inn, "why one like yourself would have reason to cry." "And as one being who lives under the surface to another, if you're looking for help in any situation, I do believe you've come to the right establishment." [ADMIN: Ok, ok. Another corner. How many are we up to? 24? 25? And, yes, being the creator of Zebron Twilight, Silver Sword of Eilistraee, I just _had_ to respond to this drow. Good thing Indigo's around.] -jak