From: jclifford@vax.cns.muskingum.edu (jen/cliffy :))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [JOI] Two sluts enter a bar...
Message-ID: <1993Mar28.185147.4860@vax.cns.muskingum.edu>
Date: 28 Mar 93 18:51:47 -0500


	A lean figure, cloaked in grey, entered the inn and looked around the
room.  Life in a taproom the same worldwide.  She sighed.  Laurenth walked up
to the bar and ordered wine.  Her companion, a short, slightly built female,
bounced up to the bar and demanded a dark ale. Many unidentifiable pouches
hung about her person.  Laurenth and Darkin took their drinks to the door and
watched the last fading moments of the sunset.  In doing so, the companions
heard a conversation at a table nearby--talk of a quest.  Immediately, Darkin's
interest was aroused.  She strode over to the table and inquired of the
grinning red-headed man...
	"So...I was eavesdropping on your plans of an incredible adventure--
I decided you need me in your troupe."
	Grinning rakishly, she defied anyone to contradict her statement.
Laurenth shook her head--not _again_--and faded back farther in the shadows to
see exactly what Darkin was getting herself into.  And how much help she'd need
getting out. 
	"Um, exactly who do you think you are and why are you interested in
joining our quest?" Taredain asked indignantly.  He looked at her askance, 
wondering what this short dark-haired waif wanted.  The others around the 
table stared in surprise and disbelief that anyone would have the gall to 
demand inclusion.
	"Well, I am called Darkin.  My companion is Laurenth, the one back 
there trying unsuccessfully to become part of the wall.  I have, oh, some
interesting abilities to contribute."
	The lady in grey did fade in the shadows quite well--one might think
she had help.  Regretfully, she decided to leave the sanctuary of the darkness
to approach the group.
	"What do you think you posess that would aid us?" Taredain asked with
narrowed eyes.
	Darkin opened her mouth to speak, and Laurenth quickly covered her
mouth to prevent her from blithly telling all their secrets.
	"I am Laurenth, as you know, and if you will allow us, we do have 
many talents that could be useful to a group such as yours."  The quiet 
demeanor of the woman, surety of her speech, and influence over Darkin 
intrigued the company.  "We can tell you more of us in a less public place."


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