Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: abb6731@ritvax.isc.rit.edu (Mister Sinister)
Subject: [JOI] the voyage
Message-ID: <1993Apr2.134642.2921@ultb.isc.rit.edu>
Date: Fri, 2 Apr 1993 13:46:42 GMT



	Sitting as he had all day watching the waves crest and fall, tempers
flare and subside, Segoi listened now to the notes of Quaeros's flute.  Unlike
his own made from some strange material, the sound of Quaeros's was soft and
natural.
	Dakin wandered by, doubtless coming from a fight with her nemesis, and
stopped to look inquisitvely at him, sitting alone at the stern of the ship. 
The stears man paid him little attention, and Dakin wondered why he was just so
big?  Half turning she spied Laurnth going up from the cabin with a sickly
expression on her face.  'Hmmmm must have been the food.'  Then another thought
struck her, she had never seen Segoi eat anything.  Pondering all this she
walked on slowly keeping her balance under the rising swells.
	Segoi watched her go.  He wondered at one so young, and so full of
questions about the important things in life.  So young...he looked forward
across the sea.  Storm clouds were building away off to the port side, and a
flash of lightning lit the waves far out there.  A lone bird flew over the ship
and away again before them as if messanger.
	Reaching under his cloak with a gloved hand he retrieved, for some
inner pocket, a book, leather bound with a iron clasp.  Not a large book but a
strange one filled with runes, scratchings and other characters.  Silently he
sat reading this.  Waiting...



						Mr. Sinister...