From: mdm@sparc2.prime.com (Michael D. McAfee)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KN]  Free at last (?)
Message-ID: <4293@cvbnetPrime.COM>
Date: 15 Nov 92 23:49:03 GMT



	[RECAP:  Some folks have been kidnapped and kept in a dark room
	for some time.  The dark elf finally managed to burn through his
	ropes.  In order to cast a light spell, he needed a lens, but the
	only ones he had were the natural ones in his eyes.  So upon
	casting, he temporarliy blinded himself.]

		As the light spell commenced, the elf heard a door open,
	felt hands grip his arms tightly, smelt something passed under
	his nose.  Something sickennnningly sweeaeet and ssssssissspish...
	spishly...

		And, again, all went dark.

		He woke up with his head lying on a table.  There were
	lots of laughing voices around.  And the elf could smell ale.

		His head sprung up quickly.  Blearily but surely, things
	came into focus.  He knew where he was.  A fishtank had been added,
	but this was definitely the Dargon's Inn.  Obviously, he'd been
	rescued.  Groggily, he made his way to the bar.  He reached into
	his pouch (all right, he had his stuff back, too) and pulled out
	some cash.  To the crowd, he said, "Whoever rescued me, I'm buying
	your next drink."

		Actually, it came out, "Hoover reshkamee, implyinger
	neck stink."

		Littlefair suggested he take a room for the night.  The
	elf agreed, but he had this nagging feeling he really ought to be
	looking for someone.  But who?  And why?

		As his head hit the pillow, he wondered what happened to
	the others who'd been in that dark room, but of course, they must
	have been rescued, too.  A happy ending for allzzzzzzzzzzz...

	[ADMIN:  Nope, this isn't the end.  But I needed a way to 
	interact with others.  Anyone curious, e-mail me.]