From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Fizzle returns
Message-ID: <silk.725478770@mcl>
Date: 27 Dec 92 17:52:50 GMT

As thunder booms outside the Inn, a few patrons look out into the cloudless
sky, shrug, and return to their drinks, thinking, "showy mages."

After a minute or two, a very scorched looking old man walks into the Inn.
Flapping behind him is a small bronze dragon (very small).  He waves to a
waitress, and asks for a large mug of elven wine, and a comfy chair by the
fire.

After having brought the items, Fizzle settles himself down, and turns to
the sleeping patrons around him.  "Darn....No-one is willing to listen to
my old war stories...hmmm...anyone interested, or should i just talk to the
wall??"

Fizzle