Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Sam] It's just not his day! Message-ID: From: awilliam@qucis.queensu.ca (Andrew Williams) Date: 15 Oct 92 00:28:30 GMT >"Never did recover, eh. 'He' owed you money, eh. Search for treasure >together, eh. Well I'll show you what happens when you leave you "partner" >to die of a chill." And in a tumble of color, she flips over the rail, >lands lightly on the bar and heads towards Sam, dagger in hand. All eyes were upon the advancing halfling menace. If anyone had been looking they would have seen, Sam's silent sigh and the roll of his eyes. This just wasn't his night. "May the Gods of Mercy be praised.. it's a miracle.. NUTSY!! my dear old travelling companion.. you're... ALIVE!!" Sam opened his arms wide in a show of friendship, while at the same time stepping slowly backwards, placing F'nordren between himself and the halfling. As he passed F'nordren he quitly remarked, "Look Mister.. if you ever want to see you're money again.. you'd better help me out this." Glancing at "Nutsy", F'nordren replied (with a smile). "You're on your own this time.. I know when I've met MY match." His attempts to cover his smile before turning back to the halfling, were only half sucessful. Sam continued, "Look Nutsy.. I thought you were dead.. ok? I know I didn't 'ang around long.. but I didn't know it was only a chill.. I though ye had the Black Death!.. what with the fever.. and the way the fits took ya.. thrashin' and yellin'. I'll give ye back the map.. I'd be more than glad too.." With that Sam reached inside his britches, and withdraw a small worn leather purse. He tossed it in the direction of Longeray (aka Nusty), who snatched it from the air, with a growl. "See Nutsy.. I gave you the REAL map.. not this one." At this he crumpled the other map, and tossed it onto the floor. Longeray, opened the satchel and peered inside. Her eyes thinned, and once more looked icily upon Sam.