Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: ac169@Freenet.carleton.ca (Darryl Farr)
Subject: [JOI] Elanon, old friend!
Message-ID: <1993Mar27.060849.29731@freenet.carleton.ca>
Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1993 06:08:49 GMT


	As Elanon finished his speech, a tall, lanky human disengaged
himself from the bar and loped over.  "Elanon, old friend!  It's
me... Ildamar!  I haven't seen you in... must be about 15 years now!  How have
the fates treated you?"

	"Ildamar!  I didn't recognize you!  You look so... human!  Have you
come to accompany us on our quest?" replied Elanon, as he rose from his
chair.  The two men grasped each other's forearms and delivered a hearty
shake. "Will you join us in a drink?"
	
	"Of course, for old times sake!  As for my appearance, well, while
in Rome... Remember Rome?  Ah, those were the days.  Not a necromancer we
wouldn't at least _try_ to face.  I understand you're setting off once
again.  I would be glad to tag along.  Somebody has to keep this bunch
from tearing up the countryside.  Is this everybody?" asked Ildamar as he 
gracefully lowered himself to a chair, his silver eyes glinting
mischievously.  "Bartender!  Fruit juice!  Orange if you have it, apple if
you don't."

	"Coming up, sorr!" called the bartender.  He brought the glass to
the table as Elanon introduced Ildamar to the group.  When the
introductions were complete, Elanon continued, "We're still waiting for a
few more, but time passes quickly, and we cannot tarry much longer."

	Ildamar eased back in his chair and stretched his legs out under
the table.  He sipped his juice and looked at the other two men.  They
looked competent, but only some actual adventure would say for sure.  

 Darryl Farr
The Grey Man
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