Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: arsmith@nyx.cs.du.edu (Alan Smith)
Subject: [NTY] SLEEEP!!!
Message-ID: <1993Jun5.045759.9119@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu>
Date: Sat, 5 Jun 93 04:57:59 GMT

  "Charge!" Palandun shouted, drawing Gynsoo and running at the demons 
surrounding the temple of Besht.  The guardsmen groaned, shrugged, and followed
him.  This was the last temple to be cleared, the last pocket of resistance to
be squashed.  All the humans in the battle were really tired.
  This battle went really fast.  Stab, slash, clobber, bloodcurdling scream,
take a breath. Palandun looked around.  Six guards down, three still engaged,
the rest okay.  Dang, the lieutenant was down.  "Stretcher Bearers!" Palandun
ordered, then he went back into the battle.  Stab, clobber, slash...

  "Oh, and Ambassador." Melwis said, looking down from his carriage outside the
Inn, "Thank you for your assistance."
  "Don' menshun it." Palandun grumbled, took a look at the rising sun, waved
good-bye, and stumbled in.
  "I put Jorma up in his own room." Ja'nis said, looking up from breakfast.
"Good word, what happened to you??"
  "I was havin' fun." Palandun replied.  "Who's...Oh, yeah.  I'm gonna sleep    
now."
  "No you're not, today's the day we leave, remember?"
  "Don' make me slay you."
  "C'mon, your things are packed.  You shouldnt have gone out and partied if
you didn't want this to happen.  Serene! could you whip up a bag breakfast for
my friend here?"
  "No." Serene said, "But the S.O.C. made one already.  It'll keep for quite
a while." She handed it to Ja'nis.
  "Thanks a lot." Ja'nis said, "Tell Rowan we'll be back in a week or two."
She herded Palandun out the door, grabbed their bags, and steered everything
to the river docks.  "Boss, this is my friend, Palandun."
  "The Palandun?" A good-looking middle-aged man asked.  Ja'nis looked 
quizically.  "Melwis found a new hero, a Bismanian named Palandun.  He defeated
a troop of demons single-handed.  Are you him?"  This last was directed at the
shabby, slightly bleeding, exhausted figure that wished it were lying down on
the docks.
  "Lotta Palandun's.  Common name.  Means 'Far West.'  You gotta bed?
Yeah, I'm him."
  "Please come in!" Gunther Toodie said, herding his new guest aboard.
"Certainly we have a bed, did you not sleep well?  Well, of course not.
Here..."

ADMIN: I'm gonna be gone for a week or so.  Be back the 13th.  Just so
you know.