From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: The Return of R.Marigold!!!! Message-ID: Date: 20 Oct 92 16:12:10 GMT The Dragons Inn was rather overcrowded tonight, with a group of Rameshander merchants down one end, the usual group of adventurers in the middle, and others all over the place. The door opened, allowing a rather cold breeze into the room, gathering mutters from the crowd. However, the door opening went rather unnoticed by all at large. Certainly very unusual behaviour in this inn. A small figure, maybe three feet tall, wearing a bright red leggings, a green tunic, LOTS of small pouches around his waist, and a long topknot of brown hair, made his way through a sea of legs to the bar. Gods, why aren't people smaller, he thought, or at least they could wash once in a while. Several people noticed that as he passed by with small comments in a high voice, that their money pouches disappeared. "Oh I'm sorry, is that yours? You should be more careful of it." "My look at that! It fell right into my pouches." "Well, I was only minding your mug of ale, unless it got stolen" The ppiping voice contiued on cheerily and quite innocently about the fact that he appeared to have everybody's purse suddenly. One warrior tapped him on the shoulder. The diminutive figure turned at looked at him. Then the warrior picked him up by the scruff of the neck. "Gimme back me money, shorty ", he said in a thick accent. "Oh, do you think your pouch is a cursed one? I'd watch it carefully from now on, if I were you ",piped the figure cheerily. At this the warrior stared at him and laughed out loud. "Redtassle Marigold, a kender of Krynn ," said the kender, extending his tiny hand and shaking the warrior's. It was a while before the warrior noticed that one of his rings was gone from his left hand. Meanwhile, the kender continued to weave his way through the sea of unwashed and hairy legs until he came to the bar.It was a bit above the top of his head. No problem, though, the kender deftly climbed the bar, and sat on it. "Rowan !!" he called out. The barman whirled at the sound of a familiar voice, a look of slight dread on his face. "Redtassle, you're back." he said with the sort of enthusiasm reserved for funerals. "Yes, and I've had the most Wonderful time adventuring all over the place. Did you know that I slew a Loxorian with a rabbit bone, it was amazing ... " Redtassle chattered away happily. Rowan could only groan with despair. -- >>>[Mithranidir]<<< >>>[tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]<<< "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.