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From: mbroggy@panix.com (Michael Broggy)
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Subject: Character: Draach
Date: 14 Feb 1994 01:20:30 -0500
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	The Inn's door sighed a little as it opened, letting in light and
a breath of fresh air from the street.  A silhouette filled the doorway
for an instant, then was lost as the door closed.  Few cared enough to see
if someone had entered or left, and returned to their drinks and their
games.

	"Mulled wine."  The barkeep looked up, trying not to act surprised
- this man had walked right up to the bar without him noticing!  He
inwardly cursed himself - he usually noticed anything and everything in
his world, which was definied by the four walls of the Inn.

	"Right away, sir."  The newcomer did not take a seat, but waited
patiently for his order.  Within moments, he was handed a mug of steaming,
spiced wine.  Paying double what it was worth, he moved to a table near
the wall.  Those who were watching him - and there were a few - noticed
that it seemed as if he was gliding or hovering instead of walking.  His
black robes rustled softly as he moved towards the table he had chosen,
and his feet were seen touching the floor when he sat down.  Those he had
passed on the way distinctly heard a sound like "Dra-ach" as he moved on
by, but whether it was his robes or his voice, none could be sure.  Most who
were watching him returned to their drinks.  He looked at no one in
particular, but slowly swept the room with his gaze.  His face was not
visible; only his eyes when they caught the light.

	He bent his head, and clasped his hands beneath the sleeves of his
robes.  After a few minutes of inaction, he reached for his mug and began
to drink.
-- 
*  This lyre will sound just as good being played as it will breaking o'er
*  your head laddie, so I suggest ya' sit your arse down and have another
*  whiskey.
*  - Diarmud Plays-Like-A-Devil, Fianna Galliard