From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Redtassle Marigold. Oops, is that your purse? Message-ID: Date: 23 Oct 92 10:32:32 GMT The kender sat atop the bar of tthe Dragon's inn, looking at Rowan and occasionally talking to him. It was still very crowded in the inn, and the kender eventuallly got bored. And a bored kender is both rare and very ... um ... hazardous. He got down off the bar, absently taking an empty mug without noticing, and wandered off in the direction of the Rameshander traders in the far corner of the inn. "Hello ", he said conversationaly to one of them, "Redtassle Marigold" he extended his little hand to shake. The Rameshander looked the diminutive kender up and down for a second and presumed it was some sort of halfling. He couldn't have been more wrong. He shook the kender's hand, not noticing his marriage ring slip from his finger into the kender's pouch. Redtassle didn't notice either. "So ", began the kender, eager for chat, "Where do you come from, then ?" "I am a Rameshander merchant named Kalif'sekar-chan'thralgan. Kalif for short, as you people miight say." "Oh really, what do you trade in ?" "Furs, spices, gold -" "Gosh!" "and all manner of items." "Really, well I was in Rameshan a long time ago, at least a couple of years. I killed a Loxorian with a rabbit bone-" The Rameshander nearly choked on his ale. "That's a bad cough you have there. Anyway, " Redtassle was in full swing as they say. It was fully an hour before Kalif left, claiming prior engagements. The kender amused himself by searching through his pouches, finding a ring belonging to someone. "I wonder where I got this ", he murmured to himself. It interested him for quitw a while. d -- >>>[Mithranidir]<<< >>>[tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]<<< "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.