Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: arsmith@lamar.ColoState.EDU (Alan Smith) Subject: [No Thread Yet] Palandun: A day on the town Message-ID: Date: Sun, 02 May 1993 05:44:10 GMT References: After feeding and staying up late carousing with the boys, girls, and what- have-yous, Palandun stumbles up to bed. He pushes into his room (the quantity of alcohol he drank prevents the question 'I locked my door, didn't I?' from taking any kind of a hold on his brain), sheds his outer garments, and slides into bed, rolling onto his side to be confronted with the visage of a largish blonde woman just as she wakes up in surprise. "Aaaaaa!" They both exclaim, leaping out of bed to opposite ends of the room. The woman grabs a *BIG* two handed sword and pulls it out, waving it menacingly. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Palandun demands, meanwhile looking around wondering when he bought most of the things in there. Just about then a large number of well armed people come crashing into the room. "I rented the room, what are you doing here?" The woman demands, oblivious to the fact that those people not about to skewer Palandun were drooling at her mostly naked visage. "..." Palandun says, doing his best fish imitation. There is too much input for his alcohol-riddled brain. The situation is saved by Littlefair and Mary, who spend the next half an hour putting the foreigner in his right room and answering his suddenly remembered demands for a *LOT* of water. Nevertheless he gets up perfectly healthily and shuffles down to breakfast, bumping into his earstwhile bedmate in the process. "Listen, I'm sorry about that." he says. "Buy me breakfast and we'll call it even." She replies, chuckling, "my name is Ja'nis." "Palandun." The breakfast was tasty, Palandun had thought that they mispronounced 'Short order cook.'... Until he met the cook. "Be dipped." He mumbled to himself, "was a short ogre cook." "You should see the barkeep." Norm replied. They chatted for a while: Ja'nis was a mercenary, just released from taking a convoy south and looking for a guard's job on Merchant hill. She didn't approve of people taking too much of an intrest in rats. "Nasty, verminous creatures, them." She noted. "That reminds me." Palandun replied, "I have to find the chief diplomat." Palandun found and delivered himself into the Diplomatic residence. "Hi!" He said, introducing himself, "I'm the ambassador from Bismania."