Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: nealk@maths.tcd.ie (Neal Kidson)
Subject: [Garol] Pursuit
Message-ID: <1993Feb3.140021.15103@maths.tcd.ie>
Date: Wed, 3 Feb 1993 14:00:21 GMT



Garol saw the shabbily clad man as he entered the inn. He was not fooled
by his looks. He knew his pursuers(?) had caught up with him. He mulled the
situation over as the man made his way to a corner of his own after buying a
drink. Garol knew the man had not missed him.
  "Quicker than I thought," he said to himself, "I doubt if he'll try anything
in here, not on his own. But later... I'd better make sure I'm ready. They'll
all come at me at once." 
  The mans gaze slid off the white minotaur that had recebtly entered the inn
and met Garols head on. There was no attempt to hide what he was from Garol.
There was a faint smile on the mans face. He turned back to his drink. 
  "It would probably not be a good idea to kill him here, not when I don't
know where the rest are.." Garol ruminated over the developments as he 
finished his tankard. He was actualy quite surprised that they'd gotten 
to Generica this quickly.
  "I thought that little surprise I prepared would have kept them for a little 
longer"
  He came to a quick decision. 
  "Well, better not keep them waiting.."
  Garol rose and picked up his staff. He walked out of the inn without a 
glance at anyone. Once outside he melted into the darkness of one of the nearby
alleys, quickly and quietly climbed to the darkened roof of the building 
forming one of the alleys walls and looked down. The two figures moving into
the alley below appeared as little more than shadows but Garols keen eyesight 
picked them out as if it were day. Keeping himself hidden he gently deflected
the mental search each of the men undertook in their efforts to find him.
A few moments later the shabbily dressed man from the inn came out. He moved
unneringly into the alley and threw off his ragged dress. Like the other 
two he was dressed totaly in black, in a fashion similar to Garols. 
  The three consulted together for a moment and moved off into the night.
No one, not the three men or any of the other inhabitants of Generica saw
the black form swiftly moving from roof to roof, following them.  

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