Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Kyar in the Inn
Message-ID: <1993Feb24.163509.6002@wkuvx1.bitnet>
From: rosenje@wkuvx1.bitnet
Date: 24 Feb 93 16:35:09 CST

	Kyar opened the door to the Dragons-Inn and slowly walked inside. 
It was fairly early in the afternoon, so he was quite surprised to see so
many individuals inside.  Kyar looked down at his shabby clothes and torn
boots.  He knew he didn't look like much next to some of the well dressed
individuals present in the inn, but he still hoped he could find some type
of mercenary employment.
	He scratched his chin in frustration.  The main room to the inn
seemed to have nearly two dozen dark corners.  He also found that he could
see into the shadows in the corners, but after one dark glance was returned
he decided that it was a bad idea to do so.
	He moved to the bar and spoke to the barmaid, a rather attractive
young woman with a baby.  He obtained a nights lodging and a mug of stout
ale and sat down at a table, well away from any mysterious corners.  He
sipped at the ale and noted that it was very good, not watered down at all. 
No wonder the Inn had so many dedicated patrons.
	He pulled the small medallion hanging around his neck up where he
could look at it.  "The Phadra..." he muttered to himself.  He recalled the
battle he had fought a few days before, when he had caught himself uttering
a quick prayer of luck to an unknown diety.  He realized that he must have
somehow triggered some part of his lost memory.  He stared at the
medallion, struggling to remember, when it suddenly flashed with an intense
blue light.  He cried out in pain as his chair tipped over backwards,
throwing him to the floor.

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