From: jclifford@vax.cns.muskingum.edu (jen/cliffy :))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [JOI] Bad food, good company
Message-ID: <1993Apr1.183445.4911@vax.cns.muskingum.edu>
Date: 1 Apr 93 18:34:44 -0500

horses, they're just _messy_.  And I assume characters wouldn't deign to 
horses--I'm sure we could work something out--there is room on board ship for 
horses, they're just _messy_.]
_walk_...  :) ]

	Two days out, no land in sight.  
	Not that this bothered Laurenth, she just missed the trees.  And the
petty bickering between Alarond and Darkin was enough to drive _anyone_ mad.
Since Darkin started avoiding Alarond, an uneasy truce had been made.  But
something else had been bothering Laurenth, a nagging sense of something 
slightly out-of-kilter...something familiar.  Every time she tried to pin it 
down, it escaped.
	Mealtimes were the worst--eating the beans, gruel and biscuits was
bad enough.  But what they called meat!!!  She'd rather eat human.  Not that
she would, of course, but this ship's excuse for a cook was making bad 
ingredients worse!!!   I could do better, she thought to herself.  But then
again, a babe of -five- could, too.
	After the latest bilge that passed for dinner Laurenth went on deck
to try and calm her queasy stomach.  She walked to the prow of the ship--the
wind seemed fiercer there--and noticed another solitary figure.  She heard the 
notes of a flute before she reached him. 
	"Hello, Quaeros..."


[ADMIN]...or note or aside or whatever.  I am running out of time--I will 
finish this later, or someone else can take it and run with it.  :)  Sorry, 
y'all!!!  :)

jen/cliffy :)   
   "It's better to laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.
    The sinners are much more fun.
    Only the good die young."
	       --Billy Joel