Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Kyleen senses something weird... Message-ID: <1992Oct29.014306.28937@oswego.Oswego.EDU> From: scheider@oswego.Oswego.edu (Cat) Date: 29 Oct 92 01:43:06 GMT Kyleen is sitting with the rest of Garriot's group, eating breakfast and quietly observing, when suddenly she turns very pale. In her strangely accented Elven, with the accent more noticeable than usual, she murmers "pardon me for a moment, please". Catching the blank looks on the faces of Mardan and Khisanth, she repeats this in _very_ heavily accented common. Almost as an afterthought she adds softly, "apparently someone I should be aiding has entered. If you please, remain here. I should not be in any danger". With a smile begging understanding, Kyleen (her typist praying that the silly time-space continuum has not deposited them outside of Garriot's room for the purpose of breaking their fast) quickly opens the door and rushes downstairs into the pub proper. She is just in time to catch the symbol on the medallion being mused over by Raeglin, which the astute people in the pub who are paying attention will notice is similar to the clasp of her cloak. Kyleen crosses the room to the table, and receivinng no sign from the occupant, apparently lost in thought, she sits down and says in her lilting Elven, "greetings, stranger. Though thou art new to these parts, I feel impelled to introduce myself to thee, who appears to share a kindred in spirit, if not by blood." Cat, the Mystical Divinity of Unashamed Felinity AKA Kyleen, who has the weird feeling that she is going to be dealing with a different kind of head wound this time....