From: rosenje@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Kyar at the Dragons-Inn
Message-ID: <1993Feb18.164856.5842@wkuvx1.bitnet>
Date: 18 Feb 93 16:48:56 CST

	Kyar awoke with a gasp.  His entire body hurt, and he smelled
smoke.  Then he remembered the fight.  He looked up to see Sike's body
lying a few feet away.  Sike had landed on his back, with Kyar's scimitar
stuck through his throat into the ground below.
	Kyar stood up slowly.  He walked over to Sike's body and pulled his
scimitar out of it.  With a flick of his wrist, the blood was flicked from
the blade, and he sheathed it, turning his back on Sike and walking back
towards his horse.

	Several days later, he reigned in on a low rise before the city of
Generica.  He looked at the city for a while, then flicked the reigns to
get his horse moving again.  He had sold his chain armor in the small
village for a handful of gold shekels, but he had no idea how much staying
in the city would cost him.  "I will have to find some kind of work." he
said to himself.
	A few minutes later he reigned in at the East Gates of the city. 
The gaurds there appeared to be quite bored, and ignored him completely. 
He walked over to one of them, trying to get his attention.
	"Excuse me, sir.  Could you tell me where to find a good inn in the
city, where I might also find someone looking for a sell-sword?"
	"Yeah, the Dragons-Inn is right down this street," the gaurd said,
pointing.  "You can't miss it."
	"Thanks."
	Kyar got back on his horse and rode on down the street.  A short
time later, he found the inn.  He dismounted, and led his horse into the
stables next to the inn.  He took care of the animal, and then walked over
to the door of the inn.
	"Maybe I'll find someone here who can help me get my memory back." 
he said to himself, then walked inside. 

________________________

Jason Rosenberger, rosenje@wkuvx1.bitnet

"It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that
man"

"Whenever I'm sitting someplace, and something flies across the room
and attaches itself to some guy's neck, and he screams and tries to
get it off, I've gotta laugh, cause . . . what the hell _is_ that
thing?"