Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Kal & Co] Meanwhile, back at the Inn.... Message-ID: <1993Feb11.015531.8924@jupiter.sun.csd.unb.ca> From: kinsman@jupiter.sun.csd.unb.ca (Aphoriel/Kinsman) Date: Thu, 11 Feb 1993 01:55:31 GMT Meanwhile, back at the inn.... Things had pretty much settled down for the night. It was about one in the morning, and most of the patrons had retired to their rooms. However, in one dark corner, the mischevious troublemaker and the dark hooded figure who had caused so much trouble for Kalendraf and his newly- acquired compatriots were discussing the previous events and plotting maliciously.... [It would appear that the poison-shipper and the magicked-one are heading back to the inn.] the hooded figure intoned in a low whisper. "Oh, you can tell that, huh? Lucky you.. What do you think we should do, eh?" [Young man, I question your motives. My reasons are to keep such dangerous people away from the normal folk who could be harmed by such magic-meddlers.. You seem merely gleeful at the chance to cause trouble in your own way.] "Huh? Oh, heh heh...." The mischevious troublemaker laughed nervously. "No, of course not, I'm just interested in social order just like yourself." [*sigh* You sadden me with your lowness, but I will accept your help. Let us see how we can detain them. They will be arriving in less than a minute.] The hooded figure rose and glided to the door; the young man toddled behind. ******************************************* Outside in the snow, the wagon slowly creaked and rattled its way back to the Dragon's Inn. "Oh, you speak Generic, Kal! That's a good thing. Well.. we're just doing a good deed for you." Denner stepped into the conversation from E'Karam. "Yes. Kalendraf, you're pretty sick, and we think we know why. There's some kind of magic you're under, and, well, we've all decided to help you out as best we can." "Why?" Kalendraf demanded. "Uh... why?" Why *indeed* Denner thought. He hadn't given thought about it before, but now it seemed rather silly to be helping out total strangers when we had his own business to take care of first. Denner sighed. Trust him to be always thinking in the present moment... "Just a good deed that we'll probably regret. You rest, ok? Kevin, get him some water. Kevin, Water." Denner motioned to the jug. "Have you had any thoughts about what could be affecting Kalendraf, Denner?" "Some, Meran, but I'm not sure what could be correct. Maybe his stomach lining turned into a sponge, maybe he's swallowed a lump of True Salt, maybe.. I don't know." "But.. BUT!" Denner snapped his fingers. "Of course, I know exactly who to ask, and she's right on the way I'm going to. She's who I'm delivering these barrels to. Her name's Ivy, Wizard Ivy, and she's one of the best alchemists I know. She'd probably have something in her books or in her head to help figure out Kal's problem here." "Do you think she would help?" "Oh, sure! Ivy's just sweet. Hey, Kal! I just figured out... oh, he's not with us again. Never mind." The wagon slowly rattled on. *************************************** "Wow! How'd you know where to find these guards?" [Sshhhhht!] "Sorry." The two guards hauled Dramic onward, leaving a drag trail behind them as they carried him down the dark alley. Suddenly, two figures appeared before the trio: a dark hooded figure with his hand raised imposingly, and a young man who seemed extremely out of breath, as though he had been running for about twenty blocks or so... "Who goes there!" one of the guards shouted. (What th' 'ell? Do I know those two?) Dramic wondered to himself. [I know that you two are looking for the friend of the person you have accosted. He is now being helped back towards the Dragon's Inn and will be staying there for the night. You are in no hurry; you may deposit your prisoner off and be back before the morning comes...] "What?! I know you two! Oh, you *rotters*..." Dramic exclaimed. "QUIET! Now, what about..." The guard stopped in mid-sentence, as the hooded figure had disappeared while Dramic had spoke. The young man looked around uneasily for a few seconds, muttered "Uh yeah, I gotta go too." and ran off. "Huh!" The other guard grunted. "There's a stroke of luck." The two guards continued to drag Dramic. "Who says there aren't any good citizens in this city...." -Aphoriel/Kinsman Sean Givan