From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Ga] [PRU] Cross-over: Zebron's Lunch Message-ID: Date: 2 Nov 92 21:46:04 GMT Finishing his meditations, Zebron Twilight stood at stretched his tired muscles. He replaced his spellbook into his backpack, and looked around the room, only to find that he and Dusk were all alone; everyone else had attended to getting everything ready for the departure later in the day. "See? Aren't you glad you stayed? Someone had to make sure I wasn't interrupted, and I appreciate it," the drow called to the raven, as Dusk flew to him. The bird did not seem amused at all. "Ok. I know you wanted to go with the rest of them, but there's always next time. Let's go down and order lunch." At this the bird perked up, and the dark elf smiled. The two left the room, and Zebron paused, thinking about all that happened since he had joined up to help Garriot, at Dusk's request. After a moment or two of reflection, he closed the door and went down the stairs. Walking to a large table within sight of the door, Zebron sat, calling a barmaid over and requesting his usual red wine, slipping the girl a silver coin. He instantly noticed the new additions to the room since he last entered: a few new faces, a few more corners, a fishtank with a merman, a drow female, a - !!! A drow female? He watched her intently, trying to see if this was a friend or foe. Was she sent to assassinate him (not the first time such a thing would happen), or perhaps she did not know about him at all. Was she like most of her kind, or was she like him, an outcast of the evil dark elven society? He noticed her concern and compassion for a small rodent on the table. Such feelings were not characteristic of a servant of the demon queen, so the female must be a renegade. How long had she been on the surface? Why was she a renegade? Questions flooded his mind. Had she been on the surface as long as he had? He had long ago grown accustomed to the sunlight, at the cost of losing his natural drow abilities. That was part of the reason he studied magic. What abilities he had lost, he could now pretend to possess via his spells, reducing the edge that non-renegade drow had over him. The barmaid brought him his wine, and Zebron asked for parchment and ink. When these were brought, he penned: Lady - There is always a place above, under the skies and stars. It makes my heart sing to know that another has joined the dance on the surface. -Well met and safe travels, Zebron Twilight, Silver Sword of Eilistraee When he finished, he gave the note to Dusk, who flew over the crowd and dropped the note onto the female drow's table. The two friends then settled back for their companions to join them for a last meal at the Dragon's Inn. -jak, taking an opportunity to say hi!