Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: arsmith@nyx.cs.du.edu (Alan Smith)
Subject: [NTY] Life at the Court
Message-ID: <1993Jul7.002828.17536@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu>
References: <1993Jul6.044149.14513@midway.uchicago.edu>
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 93 00:28:28 GMT

Palandun slid into the docks at Pashar.  Actually, the ship Palandun was on
slid into the docks, Palandun's only active part being trying to get out of the way of the sailors while fighting down an attack of seasickness.
  "I thought you islanders were bred to the sea?" The Captain said while 
helping Palandun up.
  "Most of us are.  I grew up on a mountain and never traveled further by water
than an interisland jaunt until I was eighteen."  Palandun gulped and managed
to look surprised at getting all that out without gagging.  "Usually 'mokay,
but sometimes I get a little...ill."
  "Well, we have your bag and are ready to put you ashore." The captain said,
sympathetically.

After all the procedures of disembarking and customs (which Palandun got        
through by a mixture of intestinal fortitude and his ambassador's credentials)
the bismanian lay down on the ground end of the dock for a while, hoping
no one would try to mug him.  Eventually a carriage pulled up and an important
looking person stepped out, scanning the dock.
  "Excuse me, scum," the important looker asked a nearby dock-strutter, who 
looked as though she was trying to decide whether to show her wares to or punch
said important person.  "Did the Bismanian Ambassador pass by here?"
  "I'm him." Palandun said, struggling to his feet and showing his credentials.
  "He's him." The dock-strutter said and laughed her way down the street.       
Neither of the two left found it terribly funny.
  "What were you doing lying there?" I.P. asked.
  "Trying not to throw up.  Who're you?"
  "Sh'lahan, the Sarahan's personal undersecretary for foreign affairs regarding
visiting dignitaries, third lord of Pashar."
  "Oh."  Palandun said, "Palandun Lintesul.  Pleased t'meet cha."
  There was a little pause while they both figured out if there was something
they should do next, Sh'lahan coming up with an idea first:
  "This carriage, if you would honor us with your esteemed presense, will 
convey yourself to the Court, and the presence of our Most Illustrious
Shaheran."
  "Sure." The Bismanian said, climbing in.

  "STATE YOUR NAME FOR THE RECORD."  The bailiff/master-at-arms/Lord Chamberlain
/*Something* didn't exactly shout, but projected his voice rather nicely.
  "Palandun Lintesul?" Palandun said, not exactly sure any more.
  "STATE THE NAMES OF YOUR FATHERS."  the *something* continued.
  "I only had one father, his name was...um...Thalion Lintesul."