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From: bricmk@ciba-geigy.ch (Blue Ice)
Subject: [inn] Blue Ice
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Slowly, he walked back from the stable, where he had just left Klinge. As he walked
away, he noticed an athletically built woman with brown hair also stabling her 
mount. He felt the soft jingle of equine laughter in his head as Klinge picked up his
train of thought. A wry smile crossed his lips and he silently said goodnight to Klinge.
Back in the Inn, things were beginning to quieten down. The real wino's had 
drunken themselves into unconciousness, and the sober were beginning to leave.

It's just as well, he thought to himself. I seem to have been the topic of many a 
conversation over the last few days. There had only actually been one incident
though, where a foolish adventurer, having had too much to drink, had followed him
outside, and started insulting him. 

As witnesses later reported it was very strange, he just stared at the insulter. No-
one noticed any sort of magic or invoking, and his eyes didn't glow, but that stare
alone, made the adventurer writhe in agony, and then fall to the ground. He was 
found later, wandering the streets and babbling to himself. All he could say was 
"Blue Ice.... Blue Ice.." 

Since then, he had been left largely alone in the inn. However, he still heard them
talk about him occasionally and that was annoying. He went to the bar, ordered an
ale and sat down to drink.  One of the "heavy-drinkers" still able to stand, staggered
precariously over to his table, murmered something about "Pot Noodles" and then
vomited all over the table. 

Enough is enough he thought. I don't know how much more of this I can stand. He 
stood and went to check the postings board. Amidst the sundry notices, he saw one
in particular which caught his eye. Something about a warrior called Mardan and a 
mission to rescue the son of the Aurelian duke. He glanced briefly around the bar,
but there was no sign of the warrior with the red insignia.

No point in wasting valuable sleeping time with this bunch of bums he thought and
went to his room. 


-bricmk@ciba-geigy.ch